#also both my nieces LOVE rainbows

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! I want to make my nieces some little bags, specifically a rock collecting bag for my youngest niece (she's four) and a similar-but-not-matching bag for her sister for fairness I have not spent much time around little kids since I started sewing; I used to volunteer with preschoolers, but stopped when the pandemic started, and now I am no longer sure the best size for the bag? Like, should I go messenger bag? backpack? Something else? I have some machine washable cotton canvas I'll use for the outsides of the bags, and some fabric for the insides, but idk how long I should make the straps/handles of the bags. I also don't know how big to make the bag itself because she will 100% be filling it with rocks and I know neither the average amount a four year old can carry nor the average density of the rocks she picks up lol

[lizzyiii]

The Dragon’s Treasure has my WHOLE heart 🥹

thank you, babe. i've really enjoyed writing her and aemond

The Dragon's Treasure (3)

pairing | young aemond targaryen x niece!reader

word count | 11k words

summary | “...and for the first time in what felt like ages, you felt a glimmer of happiness for the future.”

tags | as we all know ANGST, ANGST, ANGSTTTT, and eventually rainbow after the storm, SA! (aemonds brothel scene), things do get better y'all, targaryen incest, reader is described to have silver hair and lilac eyes, reader being a sensitive queen, and FLUFF and young love, aemond being a SIMP, TOOTHROTTING FLUFF

a/n | I cried so much, while writing this. I loved writing young aemond, I loved writing young helaena but especially loved writing young reader. I promise you guys this, when I have the time I'll write a one shot of them when they're older and more post-episode 7. When they're older (16&18). Also I really went overboard ngl

likes, comments, reblogs are always appreciated ✨

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 1 — 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 — 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You weren’t eating again.

Aemond had overheard his mother’s worried whispers as she discussed your condition with the maesters. He was still angry with you—hurt by the thought that you would try to leave them all behind, leave him behind, without a second thought. But no matter how deep his anger ran, his concern for you ran deeper.

After a long and contemplative ride on Vhagar, the weight of the sky above him and the sea below doing little to settle his thoughts, Aemond sought out his mother.

“Aemond,” Alicent began, her voice weary as she looked down at him, her exhaustion evident in the fine lines around her eyes. Between preparing for Aegon and Helaena's wedding and your worsening state, the strain was taking its toll. “I don’t think she’s in the mood for any visitors.”

She still didn’t know the full truth of what had happened—the attempt to run away with Helaena, the plan you had kept hidden from them all. All Alicent knew was that you had retreated into yourself once more, refusing to speak to anyone, even to Helaena, the one who had once pulled you from your darkness.

“It’s her nameday tomorrow,” Aemond murmured, his voice quiet but steady.

Alicent’s face tightened, pain flashing in her eyes as she thought of how you had been before all this—brighter, more spirited. Aemond continued, his tone soft but resolute. “She likes strawberry cakes. Let me bring her one, Mother. Please.”

Alicent’s gaze softened as she looked at her son. Her sharp, determined boy, scarred both in body and soul, yet still showing more kindness than anyone would expect after all he had endured. He had lost an eye, but his heart—his heart still carried a tenderness that surprised her.

She sighed, her shoulders drooping with the weight of her worries. “Very well,” she said softly. “You have my leave to visit her tomorrow.”

Aemond didn’t smile, didn’t show any hint of relief, though inside, the resolve in his chest tightened. He simply nodded in acknowledgment. His mind had already begun to turn over what he would say to you when he saw you—how he might reach you through the walls you had built around yourself.

Tomorrow was your nameday, and whether you liked it or not, Aemond would be there for you.

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Aemond’s heart raced as he approached your chambers, his hands gripping the tray carrying strawberry cakes. He had spent much of the morning thinking of what else he could bring—perhaps a necklace, something to match the sapphire that lay hidden beneath his eyepatch. You loved jewelry, and he knew how your eyes lit up at the sight of anything that sparkled. But in the end, he settled on simplicity—just the cakes you loved, hoping they would be enough.

As he neared your door, he was greeted by Ser Rowan, your loyal guard, who stood as firm as ever, his expression stern.

“My prince,” Ser Rowan acknowledged with a nod, his voice gruff. “The princess is in no condition to receive visitors today.”

Aemond stiffened, his chest rising as he squared his shoulders. He would not be turned away so easily. “It is her nameday,” he said firmly, his voice laced with authority. He took a step closer, meeting Ser Rowan’s unyielding gaze with his own, violet eye sharp. “The queen has granted me permission to visit her.”

Ser Rowan remained still, but Aemond didn’t back down. He tilted his head slightly, his tone low and challenging. “Will you disobey the Queen’s word?”

There was a moment of silence as the guard’s eyes flicked down to the tray Aemond carried. His stern expression softened just slightly when he saw the strawberry cakes. Ser Rowan let out a heavy sigh, his duty to you outweighing his hesitation. He too wished for your recovery, and perhaps, he thought, a visit from Aemond might bring some light back into your eyes.

“Very well, my prince,” he said at last, stepping aside. He opened the door with a creak, allowing Aemond to enter.

Aemond took a deep breath, holding the tray steady as he stepped into your chambers. The door closed softly behind him, but the room was dim, heavy with silence. His heart clenched at the sight of you curled up on the bed, facing the wall, your small form barely stirring.

"Niece," Aemond’s voice echoed softly through the room, breaking the heavy silence of your chambers.

There was a pause, and then your voice, quiet and tired, reached him. "Go away."

He pursed his lips, setting the tray down gently on the bedside table. The room was dim, shrouded in a pink hue from your curtains, and he made his way over to the window, pulling the drapes wide open. Sunlight poured in, casting the room in a golden glow.

From behind him, you hissed, "Close them." He heard the rustle of your blankets as you pulled them over your head, shielding yourself from the brightness.

Aemond couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he turned back to face you. "Happy Nameday," he said, his tone lighter than before. "I brought you something."

"I don’t want it," you muttered from beneath the covers, your voice muffled and distant.

He sat beside you, his movements careful, placing the tray of strawberry cakes within arm’s reach. "I’m sure you will," he replied softly, hoping to coax you out from your cocoon of blankets.

For a few moments, there was nothing—just the faint sounds of the breeze outside and the distant chatter from the courtyard. Aemond sighed, the weight of the silence between you heavier than he could bear. He reached out, his hand hovering just above your arm, but then hesitated. His fingers twitched before he pulled his hand back, unsure of how to communicate with you.

"You know," he began quietly, his voice careful, "I wouldn’t force that on you. To bear children you don’t want. One would be enough."

There was a sharp scoff from beneath the blankets. "How generous of you," you replied, the bitterness in your tone unmistakable.

Aemond’s jaw tightened, but he kept his gaze steady on the blankets that covered you. His mind drifted to the records he had been reading, the histories you both loved to discuss. He knew how much you valued stories of the past, of old kings and queens, of the lives they led. Swallowing, he decided to share what had been on his mind, hoping it might reach you.

"I’ve been reading more since our last talk," he murmured. "About King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne. Even after many children, he made her bear more when she didn’t wish to." His voice was soft but steady, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you. He had been thinking of you, trying to understand your fears.

The sunlight streamed across your bed, casting shadows as Aemond spoke. He knew that love was rare among their kind, especially in Targaryen unions, but he hoped. Hoped that maybe, in time, you would not just be duty and title to him.

"I would never do that to you," he added, his tone sincere, almost vulnerable. "I want our marriage to be different."

The room was still. The only sound was the faint rustling of the breeze outside, and the quiet breathing of Dreamfyre from somewhere far beyond your window. Aemond’s words lingered, waiting for you to respond, to show him something—anything—that might bridge the gap between you.

Slowly, you lowered the blankets just enough for your eyes to peek out, meeting Aemond's gaze. "He was a bad man," you mumbled, referring to King Jaehaerys.

Aemond, ever the scholar, couldn’t resist. "He was a good king," he pointed out, his tone firm but calm.

You rolled your eyes, a small defiance shining through your sadness. "Still a bad man." For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, and then you added thoughtfully, "Aenys Targaryen was a good man."

Aemond let out a scoff. "He was weak."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but there was a flicker of something behind your lilac gaze, something like amusement. "A weak king, yes. Only because he tried to make everyone happy."

Your eyes shifted towards the tray on the bedside table, where the strawberry cakes sat. After a moment of hesitation, your voice, still tinged with sadness, broke the silence. "Is today really my nameday?"

Aemond nodded, his own expression softening. "Yes."

"Oh." Your response was quiet, almost absent-minded, as if you were still processing.

Aemond reached for the tray and held it out to you, offering a tentative smile. "Would you like one?"

You eyed the cakes, and though your sadness still lingered, something softened in your expression. "Those do look nice," you murmured. Finally, you pulled the blanket away from your face and sat up slowly, your movements careful and deliberate. Though your face remained neutral, devoid of the joy that used to light it up, you gave a small nod. "Alright."

Aemond couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face as he handed you a cake. It wasn’t much, but seeing you like this—out of bed, talking to him—felt like a small victory.

As you took a bite, your eyes flickered to his once more, and Aemond stayed beside you, content with the simple moment of shared silence, hopeful that things might get better.

Aemond felt as though he were trapped in a cage of unbearable heat, the air around him thick, suffocating. The wine—a dark, bitter liquid that Aegon had forced upon him—now churned wildly in his stomach, its taste sour and unpleasant. He longed to rid himself of it, to escape the strange and unfamiliar sensations overtaking him.

It was after the grand feast in honor of his thirteenth nameday that Aegon, with a sly grin and a glint in his eye, had promised him a "surprise." Aemond, still naive to the darker aspects of his brother’s humor, had followed without protest, his curiosity outweighing his caution. They had ventured deep into King’s Landing, to a shadowed place Aemond had never seen before—a pleasure house filled with laughter and the soft rustling of silks.

Before Aemond could voice his hesitation, Aegon had disappeared into the throng of bodies, swallowed by the merry voices and whispers of the women within. And Aemond was left alone, standing awkwardly, unsure of what was to happen next.

He was led into a small chamber, dimly lit by flickering candles, their soft glow casting strange and unsettling shadows on the walls. The tapestries that adorned the room depicted scenes he barely understood—men and women entwined in ways that seemed more confusing than enticing. He felt a knot tightening in his chest, and a cold wave of dread settled over him.

Then she entered—a woman far older than his mother, her presence overwhelming in the confined space. She smiled at him, her voice soft and syrupy, laced with sweet lies that made his skin crawl. She cooed over him, her hands reaching for him before he had the chance to say anything, her touch gentle yet intrusive as she began to undress him.

Aemond’s heart pounded in his chest, and every fiber of his being screamed for her to stop, to leave him be. But his voice—his strength—had abandoned him. He remained frozen, his limbs stiff and unresponsive as she whispered things into his ear, words he wished he hadn’t heard, promises he didn’t understand.

When it was over, Aemond was left numb. He sat there, silent, as if his body no longer belonged to him, as though he had become something entirely separate from himself. Trembling, he fumbled with his clothes, his fingers shaking as he struggled to dress. His mind was a whirl of confusion, shame, and anger, but above all, he felt the desperate need to flee.

He didn’t care where Aegon had gone, didn’t want to face him or anyone else. The only thought that filled his mind was reaching you, his niece, his betrothed, his future wife, the one person who might make him feel whole again.

His feet carried him through the secret passageways of Maegor’s Holdfast, each step heavy with fear and sorrow. His breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps, his chest aching as he pushed himself to move faster. His tears—hot and unbidden—ran down his cheeks, blurring his vision, but he did not stop.

He passed his own chambers, the rooms of his mother, and everyone else, not wanting to explain the mess of emotions swirling inside him. He only wanted you.

It felt as though the gods had granted Aemond a moment of mercy when he reached your chambers, finding Ser Rowan absent from his post. Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his heart still racing, tears brimming in his eye as he struggled to hold them back.

You were fast asleep, your back turned toward him. Aemond let out a quiet breath of relief. He hadn’t come to disturb you, only to be near you—just your presence, your warmth, was enough to calm the storm inside him.

Quietly, he made his way to your bed and carefully, as if afraid to wake you, slid in beside you. He kept a respectful distance, not wanting to intrude, but just close enough to feel your presence. The motion stirred you from your sleep, and you sat up, blinking in confusion.

Your eyes widened when they fell on Aemond, and for a brief, horrible moment, he realised it was because of his face. He had forgotten—he had left his eye patch behind at the brothel. The clear ragged sapphire was bare for you to see.

Panic surged through him. You would be disgusted, he thought, repelled by the sight of his disfigurement. He moved to leave, heart pounding, but your voice reached him before he could retreat.

“Aemond, breathe,” you whispered, your strained voice soft and steady.

He froze, his chest tight with the effort to suppress his panic. He needed to leave—he couldn’t bear for you to see him like this. Not you, his dearest niece, who always knew him as strong, as whole. He couldn’t let you witness the broken, ruined side of him.

But then, you reached out, grabbing his trembling hands in your own small ones, your touch warm and gentle. "Please, stay," you whispered, your voice filled with concern. Slowly, you began rubbing his cold hands, trying to bring warmth back to him, both in body and spirit.

His breathing was still uneven, but your soft words and the warmth of your touch soothed him. He looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time. There was no disgust there, no fear—only worry and care. Just like before. Slowly, the tension began to leave his body, and for the first time since he had fled that terrible place, Aemond felt a glimmer of relief.

He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You shook your head, squeezing his hands a little tighter. "I don’t care about your face, Aemond," you murmured softly, your tired lilac eyes meeting his. "I care about you."

As you gently laid back onto your pillow, you looked at Aemond with concern, urging him to lie beside you. He hesitated for a moment, but slowly, he did as you asked, his awkward frame seeming out of place in your small bed. You turned to face him, your wide lilac eyes full of care, while Aemond’s own single violet eye struggled to meet yours.

With quiet care, you reached out, placing your small hand on his scarred cheek. He flinched at first, his breath catching in his throat, but you didn’t pull away. Your fingers traced the jagged line of the scar that ran down his face, the skin rough beneath your touch. It was as if you weren’t looking at the scar at all, just him—Aemond, your beloved uncle, the boy who protected you, who read to you, who you always knew to be brave.

He shivered under your touch, his emotions twisting inside him. But you said nothing more, just a quiet, simple comfort.

“Sleep, Aemond,” you whispered softly, your voice gentle and soothing. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

The words wrapped around him like a balm, a promise in the soft glow of the dim candlelight. For so long, Aemond had carried his burdens alone, but in this moment, with your hand on his face and your soft breath mingling with the night air, he felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel since Driftmark—peace.

His eye fluttered shut, and with the rhythm of your breathing beside him, he let himself drift away, finally surrendering to sleep.

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Aemond entered your chambers quietly, the weight of the box in his hands almost insignificant compared to the heaviness that lingered in the air. He had been allowed to visit freely now, thanks to Ser Rowan's softening stance, but each visit felt like walking on a thread, delicate and uncertain.

He paused when he saw you on the chaise, struggling with your embroidery. The soft light from the window highlighted the paleness of your features—still recovering, still distant, but better than before. You were eating now, and though your mood hadn't brightened, that small improvement brought Aemond some comfort. He cherished these moments, even if they were shrouded in silence.

"I've brought something for you," he said, his voice steady yet quiet as he approached.

You glanced up from your work but said nothing. The tangled mess of threads on the pillow caught his eye, and he bent slightly to inspect it, attempting to mask the awkwardness he always felt in the wake of that night. He hadn’t been ready to speak of it, and thankfully, neither had you.

"That’s a nice lion," Aemond offered, pointing to the uneven form stitched into the fabric.

Your lips parted slightly, a faint glimmer of amusement mixing with frustration as you murmured, "It was supposed to be the Queen."

Aemond’s lips twitched in response, nodding solemnly as if in deep thought. "Now that you say it," he replied, his voice light, "I do recognize her hair."

With a small sigh, you tossed the pillow aside like it was something offensive, watching as it tumbled to the floor, forgotten. Your eyes flickered towards the box in Aemond’s hands, suspicion mingling with curiosity.

"What have you brought me?" you asked, your voice quiet, but holding a hint of anticipation.

Aemond didn’t reply at first, simply stepping forward and offering the box to you, his expression unreadable. You hesitated for a moment, then carefully took it from him.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you lifted the lid, pulling back the fine paper that covered the gift inside. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you uncovered a stunning gown—lilac silk adorned with delicate embroidery, tiny jewels catching the light like stars. Your hands traced the fabric, feeling the softness beneath your fingertips, the craftsmanship clear in every stitch.

Aemond watched you intently, his eyes never leaving your face. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was a shift in your expression—a glimmer of something that almost resembled joy.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice low, holding his breath as he awaited your response.

You glanced up at him, and for the first time in many moons, you smiled. It was small, barely there, but it warmed Aemond's heart like the sun after a long winter.

"Yes, I do," you replied softly, still admiring the gown. "What's it for?"

"Helaena's wedding."

At once, the warmth in the room seemed to drain away. The smile you had given Aemond, fleeting as it was, vanished, leaving a hollow silence in its wake. His heart sank, watching as you carefully folded the gown, tucking it back into the box with deliberate gentleness. The delicate fabric crinkled under your hands as though it were something too precious to be touched, something that no longer belonged to you.

"I'm afraid you've wasted your efforts," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, your gaze fixed on the gown. "I'm not going."

Aemond's brow furrowed, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. He stepped closer, his voice steady yet urgent. "You have to go."

But you refused to meet his eye. You knew how intense his gaze could be, how easily it could pierce through your defenses. Staring at the box instead, you shook your head, your words coming out firm, resolute. "I won't."

Aemond's lips pressed into a thin line, the familiar weight of your stubbornness settling between you both. "Helaena needs you," he urged, his tone softening, as if pleading might sway you.

You let out a bitter sigh, your fingers tracing the edge of the box, a dull ache settling in your chest. "Well, perhaps I can hurt her the same way she hurt me," you muttered, your words tinged with petulance, though the pain beneath them was clear.

Aemond stood in silence for a long moment, weighing your words, the tension in the air thick between you. His voice, quieter this time, broke the silence like a whisper carried on the wind. "Will you really not go?"

"No," you replied, though your voice softened now, the sharp edge of defiance fading. You hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing your face. You raised your chin, trying to hold onto the last bit of resolve. "Now, is that all you've come to visit me for?"

Aemond's heart ached at the sight of you—so distant, so caught in your own sorrow. He stood there, unsure of how to reach you, the distance between you feeling far more than just the space in the room.

The day of Helaena’s wedding arrived, and just as you had promised, you didn’t go. Aemond had come to your chambers in the morning, his expression pleading as he urged you one last time to change your mind. His words were careful, filled with the weight of his disappointment, but still, you remained firm.

You had refused.

As the sun set, casting a warm golden hue across the castle walls, you lay alone in your chambers, curled beneath the thick blankets on your bed. The echoes of the celebrations reached your ears in faint murmurs, muffled by the heavy stone of the keep. The joyous sounds of laughter and music only seemed to deepen the ache in your heart.

It was when night fell fully that the tears came, slow at first, then faster, spilling onto your pillow as regret took hold of you. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, but it did little to stop the sadness that had finally caught up to you. You could see it so clearly in your mind—Helaena standing alone in the grand Sept, a pale and fragile figure, her face drawn with sorrow. You imagined her forced to marry Aegon, the brother you both knew was unfit for her, and the weight of your absence pressed hard on your chest.

How could you not have been there for her?

The thought made you feel smaller, childish even. You had let your anger and hurt guide you, and in doing so, you had abandoned Helaena on one of the worst days of her life. She was likely miserable, her heart heavy with sadness, and you, spiteful and stubborn, had stayed away. You bit your lip, choking back a sob.

Your gaze drifted to the gown Aemond had gifted you, still lying folded neatly in the box by your bedside, untouched, its lilac fabric gleaming faintly in the moonlight. You reached for it now, pulling the soft material through your fingers as though it could offer you some comfort.

But it didn’t.

It only reminded you of the mistake you had made.

You missed your mother.

For all the hurt she caused, all the ways she had abandoned you, there was still a deep ache for her, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. You wanted to hate her, truly despise her for leaving you behind. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t. The love for her still clung to you like a shadow you couldn’t lose.

As the days passed in the quiet isolation of your chambers, you began to understand things you hadn’t before. With each lonely hour, the weight of your thoughts pressed harder on your heart. Your mother had been selfish, more than you had ever allowed yourself to admit. She had promised you the world, and yet, in the end, she had given you nothing.

You were her firstborn, the eldest of her children, and yet the title that should have been yours had been passed to Jace. He was her heir to the Iron Throne, the future king, while you were left to the shadows. Even Driftmark, the seat of your grandsire, should have been yours by birthright, but it had been given to Luke instead.

The bitterness inside you grew with every thought. You hated them now—your brothers. You knew it was childish, petulant even, but the feelings were there, and they wouldn’t leave. They had taken everything from you. Titles that were rightfully yours, the pride of riding dragons, and worst of all, they still had your mother. They were together as one big happy family on Dragonstone, while you had been left here in King's Landing, a forgotten daughter in the midst of their enemies.

“It’s fine,” you whispered to yourself in the dark, trying to believe it. You had never liked Dragonstone anyway, with its cold winds and sharp rocks. But even as you said it, your heart tightened with the lie. You missed the place, the warmth of the hearth, the sight of the sea from your window, and the feeling of belonging—something you hadn’t felt in so long.

And in the quiet moments, when the anger settled and the room was still, you knew the truth. It wasn’t your brothers’ fault. They hadn’t asked for this, to be born as they were, with all the whispers and shadows cast over their lineage. No, it was your mother’s choices that had led to this. Her indiscretions. But even as that truth formed in your mind, you found that you couldn’t hate her.

It was easier to be angry with them—with Jace and Luke—because hating her, the one you loved most, was something you just couldn’t bear.

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"I hated you, you know."

Aemond's head jerked up, eyes widening at the unexpected words. He had been sitting quietly in your chambers, absorbed in a thick tome about the horrors of Essos. You stood across the room, brush in hand, painting the pink walls of your chamber as if it were any other day. But there was a tension in the air, a weight to your voice that made his heart quicken.

You didn’t look at him, your gaze fixed on the canvas as you murmured, "When you claimed Vhagar, I hated you."

The words hung in the air, sharp and heavy. Aemond’s mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched you. The stillness of the room was broken only by the soft strokes of your brush against the canvas.

"I feel as if I hate everyone," you continued, voice tight and strained. "I hate Luke and Jace for stealing my titles." Your brush moved faster, more aggressively. "I hate Daemon for stealing my mother. I even hate Baela and Rhaena, if only because they get to have her now, as if she’s theirs instead of mine."

A scoff escaped your lips, but the sound was bitter. Aemond noticed the way your hand trembled slightly, how your breath caught as tears glistened in your lilac eyes.

"I hated Helaena for not running away with me," you whispered, the words coming out choked. "And I hate myself for not having a dragon, for not being someone important, someone worthy of a title."

Tears began streaming down your face, and yet you kept painting, as if the act itself could somehow keep the flood of emotions at bay. Finally, your gaze lifted from the canvas and met Aemond’s. His heart clenched at the sight of your tear-streaked face.

"And I hated you," you said, voice breaking, "for claiming Vhagar and leaving me alone in this world."

The sob that followed was wrenching, and Aemond couldn’t stay still any longer. He moved toward you, closing the distance between you both with careful, deliberate steps. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you wept.

"I don’t want to feel this way," you cried into his tunic, voice muffled and raw. "So pathetic, so angry at everyone. But I can’t help it. And yet, no matter how hard I try, I can never hate her."

Aemond’s chest tightened at your words, his own emotions swirling in a storm he didn’t know how to express. He rested his chin gently on your head, holding you as tightly as he dared, feeling the weight of your pain as if it were his own.

"I know," he whispered softly, his voice rough with emotion. "I know."

And so he held you, offering no more words, just the quiet comfort of his presence as your tears slowly soaked into his shoulder. He wished he could consume your pain and take it away, wished he could make things right. But all he could do was stand there, arms around you, as the world outside seemed so far away.

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“How is Helaena?”

It was the first time in what felt like forever that you had left your chambers. Aemond had been persistent, urging you to take some air, to leave the four walls that had become your prison. Reluctantly, you agreed, and now the two of you sat beneath the heart tree in the Godswood, surrounded by the stillness of nature. Aemond had brought a stack of books, ones he knew you both enjoyed, hoping they might distract you.

“The same as ever,” Aemond answered absently, his attention flickering between the pages of the book in his lap and the rustling leaves above.

He paused, glancing up at you. "She’s set to give birth in three moons' time," he added, his voice soft, as if the thought still surprised him.

You looked down, your heart aching at how quickly time had passed. It had been almost two years since you had returned to King’s Landing, and though you tried to avoid thinking about it, you knew things would never be the same. “Is her pregnancy going well?” you asked quietly, your voice small against the whisper of the wind.

Aemond pursed his lips, his brow furrowing in thought. “She has strange cravings," he said, his voice low. "And her belly is… large, perhaps too large for just six moons.” He hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. “I’m sure a visit from you would lift her spirits,” he suggested, his tone careful, as though he didn’t want to push too hard.

You shook your head almost immediately, your silver curls spilling over your shoulders. “I’m not sure it would,” you murmured, your voice full of doubt.

Aemond studied you for a long moment, his sharp violet eye watching the way your expression shifted, the way your gaze seemed to turn inward. "She speaks of you sometimes," he said quietly, trying to find the right words to reach you. "She misses you."

You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest as you looked away from him, your fingers tracing idle patterns in the grass. You missed her too.

Aemond, noticing the sadness clouding your face, cleared his throat, quickly steering the conversation elsewhere. “Perhaps when you feel better,” he began, his voice lighter, “you could join me on a ride with Vhagar.”

Your head snapped up in surprise. “Me? Ride Vhagar?” You shook your head. “I’m not sure Vhagar would like me. A loud, annoying girl.”

Aemond raised a brow, his face dead serious. “If that were true, Vhagar would’ve eaten Baela and Rhaena years ago.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you laughed. A real laugh, bubbling up from deep within, spilling out in a way that felt foreign yet so relieving. Two years of being shut away in your chambers, and now here you were, laughing at Aemond’s dry humor. The sound filled the Godswood, bright and full of life.

Aemond, momentarily stunned, blinked at you in astonishment. He hadn’t expected it, not after everything, but when his mind caught up, a broad smile tugged at his lips. The kind of smile that was rare for him, genuine and unguarded.

“Vhagar will love you,” he said, his voice quiet but sure. He hesitated for just a moment, his thoughts turning to words he longed to say but didn’t. Just as I do, he thought. But instead, he insisted with a warmth in his tone, “I’m sure of that.”

You gave a small shrug, murmuring, "Maybe," without truly committing to the idea.

Aemond studied your face for a moment, his heart lighter at the sound of your earlier laughter, and before he could stop himself, the words tumbled out. "I claimed Vhagar for the both of us."

Your expression shifted in an instant, the color draining from your face as you stared at him. "What?" you mumbled, barely above a whisper.

Aemond averted his gaze, trying to appear casual, though his heart raced. "I remembered what you said—about sharing a dragon. And when your dragon egg didn’t hatch, I decided... Vhagar should be for both of us." He looked up, meeting your startled lilac eyes with his steady violet one. "For you and me to share."

Tears welled in your eyes without warning, and Aemond’s calm composure crumbled. He immediately scrambled to your side, kneeling in the grass and reaching out to comfort you. "No, no, I didn’t mean to make you cry," he said, his hands hovering nervously, unsure of what to do.

You waved his hands away, though a small smile began to form through your tears. "I feel a bit foolish now," you admitted, as tears continued to fall down your cheeks.

Aemond took your hands gently in his, bringing them to his lips in a tender kiss. "And so?" He whispered, his gaze filled with sincerity.

As the tears dried on your cheeks, you let out a shaky breath, though your nose remained a bit red. "But... I think Vhagar is much more suited for you," you finally said, your voice still soft but calmer.

Aemond nodded, willing to agree if it brought you comfort. "Will you still consider joining me?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

You looked at him, your smile returning, this time more playful. "I shall," you said with a teasing glint in your eyes, your hands still resting in his.

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"Princess, are you almost done?"

Ser Rowan’s voice was tinged with exasperation as he stood with arms raised, holding the pose you had instructed. You had begged him to model for your painting when he arrived to greet you at dawn, and now the sun was climbing high in the sky, casting warm rays through the window. Despite the time, he remained your patient subject.

"Almost, Ser Rowan," you replied cheerfully, your brush gliding across the canvas as you focused on capturing the details of his expression.

The knight let out a weary sigh, feeling his muscles beginning to stiffen. Yet he would endure anything to keep the smile on your face; he was your willing captive, devoted to your whims.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Ser Rowan instinctively straightened, positioning himself protectively in front of you. He relaxed his stance when he saw Prince Aemond enter, though a worried look darkened the prince's features.

"Aemond, what’s wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowing in concern as you set down your brush.

The prince was out of breath, urgency threading through his voice. "Helaena went into labor last night. It’s been long and difficult. She’s calling for you."

Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth in shock, struggling to find your voice amidst the sudden rush of fear and worry.

Before you could respond, Ser Rowan spoke softly but firmly. "Princess, we must go."

You nodded, the news settling in your stomach like a stone, heavy and cold. You hurriedly followed Aemond and Ser Rowan out of your chamber, your heart pounding with a mix of concern and guilt.

Thoughts raced through your mind—what would you say to Helaena? Would she forgive you for not being there these past months? You hadn’t seen her in nearly ten moons, too consumed by your own sadness to leave your room.

As the three of you made your way to the birthing chambers, the air felt thick with anticipation. Upon reaching the door, you encountered another guard who bowed respectfully at your approach.

"The princess has successfully given birth, your Highnesses," he announced, his voice steady.

You and Aemond exchanged a glance, relief washing over you, and he offered you an encouraging nod. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to enter and see Helaena, the weight of your past decisions lingering in the back of your mind, but hope beginning to spark within your heart.

As you stepped into the chamber, your eyes immediately found Queen Alicent standing in the center, cradling a tiny bundle in her arms. A soft glow of love radiated from her as she looked down at Helaena's babe, a precious life nestled against her.

Your gaze shifted, and you gasped softly when you finally spotted Helaena on the birthing bed. To your astonishment, she was holding another baby as well.

"Twins," you murmured, the words slipping out louder than intended, catching the attention of both the Queen and Helaena.

Alicent's eyes widened in surprise, and a warm smile spread across her face at the sight of you. "Princess, it brings me joy to see you out of your chambers," she said, her voice gentle.

You nodded, feeling a rush of embarrassment as you shifted your gaze back to Helaena. She was already looking at you, her expression filled with a mix of fatigue and joy. Slowly, you approached the bed, holding your breath as you took in the sight before you.

The babe in Helaena's arms had the unmistakable silver hair of House Targaryen, a stark contrast to the dark-haired children of your brothers. You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or girl, but the sight of the tiny face, so fragile and perfect, made your heart swell.

"What are their names?" you asked softly, careful not to disturb the babe's slumber. Your voice barely rose above a whisper, filled with wonder.

A tiny smile bloomed on Helaena's weary face, her eyes lighting up with pride. She gestured to the babe nestled in her arms. "This is Jaehaera," she said, her voice tender. Then she nodded toward the child cradled by Queen Alicent. "And that is Jaehaerys."

You nodded slowly, feeling a swell of warmth at the names, though a shadow lingered in your mind. You didn’t dare ask where Aegon was; the thought of him missing the birth of his children felt too heavy to voice. Carefully, you settled beside Helaena on the birthing bed, the air filled with soft silence and the smell of newborns.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, unable to meet her gaze as your eyes traced the delicate features of Jaehaera. The babe's tiny fingers curled and unfurled, and your heart ached with a mix of joy and regret.

Helaena's hand found yours, giving a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry too," she replied, her voice thick with emotion.

Looking up at her, a relieved smile broke through your sadness, tears glistening in your eyes. In that moment, the past felt a little lighter, the bond between you strengthening. But then Helaena's expression turned hopeful. "Would you like to hold her?"

You immediately shook your head, anxiety creeping in. "I don't know how."

"I didn’t know how either before this," Helaena said, her voice soft and encouraging. She carefully passed Jaehaera into your arms. You cradled the babe as if she were made of glass, your heart racing with both fear and delight. "It’s very easy."

A small laugh escaped you, bubbling with nervousness. "She’s very small."

"Yes," Helaena murmured, a hint of nostalgia in her tone. "Just as we were once."

You gazed down at the sleeping babe, feeling the weight of her tiny form in your arms. You glanced up at Helaena, her eyes shining with love and hope, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you felt a glimmer of happiness for the future.

You let out a huge yawn as you finally walked back to your chambers, the weight of the day settling on your shoulders. You had spent most of your time in Helaena's chambers, cradling Jaehaerys and Jaehaera in your arms. Queen Alicent had eagerly encouraged your visits, saying it was good practice for when you would have your own children with Aemond.

The thought felt strange yet comforting. After so many hours spent with the tiny babes, you found yourself warming to the idea of one day having a child with Aemond. Of course, that was a distant thought; you were only twelve now, and marriage was still years away. Yet, the notion no longer filled you with dread.

As your health improved and your mood lightened, Queen Alicent insisted you return to your princess lessons with Septa Agertha. The strict septa had been happy to resume your lessons, and to your surprise, she seemed kinder and softer than before, guiding you patiently through your studies.

Despite your busy days, you always tried to carve out time for Aemond. You cherished those moments, whether you were reading together in the library, basking in the sunlight of the gardens, or watching him train with his sword. Today, you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he took down Aegon during practice, his movements fluid and precise.

As you entered your chambers, your eyes immediately narrowed at the sight of Aemond standing amidst the soft pinks of your room, a striking contrast in his dark green leather. He looked entirely out of place, and the nervous smile tugging at his lips only deepened your suspicion.

"It is highly improper for you to visit my chambers so late, Aemond," you teased, crossing your arms as you arched an eyebrow. "Does Ser Rowan know about this?"

Aemond’s smile grew as he replied with a hint of mystery, "Ser Rowan does not know all the entrances to your room."

You rolled your eyes, amused but unconvinced. However, something behind Aemond caught your attention—a small object sitting on your table. You moved closer, but Aemond swiftly stepped in front of you, his hands gently resting on your waist to stop you.

"Wait," he said quickly, clearing his throat. "Before you get angry… don’t. Just trust me."

You eyed him suspiciously but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

"Happy Nameday," Aemond said quietly, almost as if he were embarrassed by the gesture.

You blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Aemond, my nameday was a week ago."

"Still," he muttered, avoiding your gaze for a moment.

With curiosity getting the better of you, you gently pushed past him, approaching the table where the mysterious item sat. There, on the table, was a small brazier pot, the kind used for hatching dragon eggs. Your heart quickened as you slowly lifted the lid.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips when you saw the sparkly navy blue egg resting inside, hot as ever. "Aemond," you whispered, feeling a mix of exasperation and affection.

Aemond stepped up behind you, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear, "I know. But you know what they say—fourth time’s the charm."

You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes as you turned to face him. Your noses were practically touching as you corrected him, "It’s third time’s the charm, you stubborn idiot."

"I also brought strawberry cakes," Aemond said, seeing that the sight of the dragon egg had done little to lift your spirits.

You tilted your head with a small smile, "You know the way to my heart, Aemond Targaryen."

The two of you found yourselves lounging on your grand pink canopy bed, nestled among the cushions, feasting on strawberry cakes that Aemond had brought for you. The scent of the sweet berries filled the air, and for a moment, all seemed simple and light in your world.

“Aemond, I’ve been thinking,” you began thoughtfully, wiping a bit of cream from your lips.

Aemond raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a mischievous smirk. “My, my, that is worrisome,” he teased, his voice playful.

You shot him a sharp glare before rolling your eyes. With a lift of your chin, you said firmly, “I’ve decided our first child must be a girl.”

Aemond blinked at you, stunned by the declaration. “You understand we do not get to choose, yes?”

You waved his words away dismissively, as if the very idea of leaving such an important matter to chance was absurd. “I believe if I am firm in my belief, then I shall have the choice,” you replied with the confidence only a twelve-year-old could muster.

Aemond gave you a long, bemused look, as if weighing your words for any sense. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head. “Why?” he asked, indulging your fanciful notion.

“Do not mistake me,” you began, leaning back into the pillows with a thoughtful expression. “I love both Jaehaera and Jaehaerys equally. And if we were to have a son, I would love him just as much.”

A big, silly grin spread across your face as you continued, “But I want a daughter. I want to dress her up, match with her, and have her follow me around in little gowns.”

Aemond gave you a knowing look. “You have Jaehaera for that.”

You pouted dramatically, the cake in your hand momentarily forgotten. “It’s not the same. Jaehaera is Helaena’s, not mine.”

Aemond chuckled softly at your logic. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, raising his hands as if surrendering. “I shall pray to the Seven for us to be blessed with a daughter first.”

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Perhaps a daughter and a son at the same time?”

You glared at him, flicking a cake crumb in his direction. “Why would you wish something like that upon me? Twins?” You shook your head vehemently.

Aemond’s amused smile only widened as he met your deathly serious gaze. “You’re right, my bad,” he said with a chuckle, brushing the crumb off his tunic.

You huffed, but your irritation quickly melted away as you stuffed another bite of cake into your mouth, a small smile tugging at your lips. Despite his teasing, you knew that Aemond would pray to the Seven for whatever you wished—even if that meant asking for something as impossible as choosing your firstborn's gender.

You glanced down at the strawberry cake in your hand, scrunching your nose. "With all this cake you keep bringing me, Aemond, I’m going to grow fat."

Aemond gave you a thoughtful look, his expression serious yet teasing at the same time. "And? Do they not say that more is always better?"

You tried to hold back your amusement, but despite your best effort, a smile tugged at your lips. You sighed, shaking your head as you chuckled softly. "You’re incorrigible."

Aemond tilted his head, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. "Perhaps. But I speak the truth." His eye glimmered as they held yours for a moment longer. "A bit of extra weight would not lessen your beauty."

You blushed, looking away from him as you fiddled with the edge of your dress. "You say that now," you muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but your heart felt light.

"I shall always say that," Aemond countered smoothly, his voice unwavering, as if he truly meant every word. "No matter what the years bring, you will always be perfect to me."

A warmth spread through you, making your cheeks burn even more. You tried to dismiss it, waving a hand at him. "You just want me to keep eating cake so I’ll be too heavy to run away when you’re being impossible."

Aemond smiled at that, his violet eye gleaming with mirth. "Perhaps. Or maybe I just enjoy seeing you happy. And if it takes cake to do that, so be it."

You laughed then, shaking your head at him. "You’ve won this time, but I’ll have my revenge when I’m too fat to walk."

Aemond smirked, leaning closer to you with a satisfied look. "I’ll carry you, then."

You tilted your head, rolling your eyes at Aemond, wondering why he was looking at you like that, as if the world had shifted between the two of you. Somehow, without realizing it, you had drifted closer, your faces mere inches apart. You could feel his breath, soft and warm, as he leaned in further. His eye fluttered shut, and your heart skipped a beat as you sensed what was coming.

Before anything could happen, your hand instinctively shot up, covering his mouth. Aemond froze, opening his eye wide to see you staring at him with confusion. "What are you doing?" you asked, your voice full of suspicion.

He mumbled something beneath your hand, and you lowered it, giving him a curious look as you tried to catch his words.

Clearing his throat, clearly embarrassed, he murmured, "I was trying to kiss you."

You squinted at him, still doubtful. "Aemond," you began cautiously, "Septa Agertha says if a maiden and a man kiss, she’ll become with child. And I think we should at least wait until the twins’ first nameday before we bring another baby into the castle."

Aemond’s lips pressed together tightly, trying to suppress a laugh. His ears turned red as he responded, "Maidens do not become pregnant because of kisses."

"Then how do they become with child?" you asked, raising a challenging brow, your tone daring him to contradict what you’d been taught.

Aemond’s face flushed deeply, and his gaze flickered away in sheer embarrassment. He seemed to search for a way to avoid the topic. "Your Septa will tell you... in time," he muttered, clearly hoping to escape further questioning.

You were about to protest, about to accuse your Septa of lying again—how could you trust her after she said that about kissing? But the sight of Aemond’s bright red cheeks and the way he squirmed told you it was better to drop it. So, with a sigh, you decided to change the subject. "So then," you asked, "why do people kiss if it’s not to make babies?"

Aemond shifted awkwardly before murmuring, "To show affection. It’s what people do when they love each other. Married couples especially."

You raised a skeptical eyebrow, folding your arms. "I’ve never seen my mother and father kiss. And I’ve never seen Grandsire and the Queen kiss either."

Aemond made an exasperated sound, running a hand through his hair. "Well... they’re different," he said, sounding both frustrated and amused.

You tilted your head again, considering his words. "Different how?"

"Just different," Aemond replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he looked at you. "Not everyone is... affectionate like that."

"So, you want to kiss me because you’re affectionate?" you teased, a small smirk growing on your face.

Aemond’s ears burned again, and he glanced away, muttering under his breath. "Something like that..."

You tilted your head, watching him with amusement before shrugging nonchalantly. "Alright," you said, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. "You may kiss me."

Aemond's head snapped back toward you, his eye wide in disbelief. "Really?" he asked, unsure if you were being serious.

You nodded, offering him a small smile before puckering your lips in a way you thought was appropriate for a kiss. "Go on, then," you said, your lips pursed in a dramatic display.

Aemond stared at you for a moment, utterly bewildered. "You can't stare at me like that," he finally managed, his voice a little strangled as he glanced away again, clearly nervous.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, "Alright, Aemond," and then did as he requested, squeezing your eyes shut. You sat there, waiting for him to make the first move, your heart thumping in your chest even though you tried to act as though it didn’t matter at all.

The room felt strangely quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. You could hear Aemond shift slightly, feel the warmth of him as he leaned in closer. The air between you felt charged, as if something important was about to happen.

His breath ghosted across your lips, soft and hesitant, and your heart skipped a beat. But just as you thought the kiss was going to happen, Aemond hesitated again.

"Are you certain?" he whispered, his voice soft and uncertain, as if he didn’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.

Without opening your eyes, you replied with a huff, "Yes, Aemond. Just do it."

Aemond finally leaned in, pressing his lips gently to yours in the briefest of kisses. It was awkward and tentative, like neither of you really knew what you were doing, but it was soft and sweet in its own way.

When he pulled back, you opened your eyes, blinking at him. The two of you sat there for a moment, staring at each other in silence, unsure of what to say or do next.

"Well?" Aemond asked, his voice low, his cheeks still a little flushed. "How was that?"

You pursed your lips, considering. "It wasn’t so bad," you admitted, then smiled, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "But I don't think that’ll make me with child, so Septa Agertha must be wrong after all."

Aemond let out a small, relieved chuckle, the tension easing from his shoulders. "No," he agreed quietly, "that won't make you with child."

You both shared a soft laugh, the awkwardness melting away as you realized it wasn’t as strange or nerve-wracking as you thought it would be.

Still, after a moment, you tilted your head and added thoughtfully, "Mayhaps we can try again another time... just to make sure."

Aemond’s face broke into a wide grin at your words, and he shook his head, still amused. "Whenever you like," he promised softly, his voice full of warmth.

Aemond’s smile remained as you shared a quiet moment, a comfortable warmth settling between the two of you. His words, soft and full of promise, made your heart flutter a little, though you tried to ignore it. Just as you were about to speak, a strange sound filled the room.

You paused, frowning in confusion as the sound persisted. Aemond’s brow furrowed, and he gave you the same puzzled look. "What is that?" you asked, your voice low and uncertain.

Before Aemond could answer, the sound came again, louder this time—a soft, irregular rattling, like something gently tapping against metal. Both of you turned your heads toward the source of the noise, your eyes settling on the small brazier pot resting on the table beside your chaise.

The pot was trembling slightly, the lid shifting ever so subtly as if something within was stirring to life.

You exchanged a wary glance with Aemond, both of you too stunned to speak. Hope flickered in your chest, a fragile, cautious feeling that you tried desperately to suppress, even though it grew with each passing second. You didn’t want to feel it—not again. Not after so many failed attempts, so many disappointments.

But as the rattling continued, you couldn’t help but let that hope bloom, filling your chest with an almost painful intensity. You could feel Aemond's steady gaze on you, as if he too shared your mixture of anticipation and disbelief. His hand lightly touched your arm, offering silent reassurance as you both stood frozen in place.

Finally, the rattling grew louder, more insistent. Aemond moved first, stepping cautiously toward the brazier pot, his movements careful, as if approaching something fragile and dangerous all at once.

Your heart pounded in your ears as Aemond gently reached out and lifted the lid.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence. You held your breath, waiting, expecting the worst, but then—

A small, sharp crack echoed through the air, and your breath hitched in your throat. Aemond’s eye widened in astonishment as he stepped back slightly, motioning for you to come closer.

With shaky steps, you moved forward, peering into the brazier pot. Inside, nestled among the glowing embers, was the dragon egg—your dragon egg. And it was moving.

Tiny cracks began to spread across the surface, like delicate lines etched into stone. A tiny chirp escaped from within, soft yet insistent, and your heart leapt in your chest.

Aemond’s voice was barely a whisper, full of wonder. "It’s hatching."

You didn’t dare speak, afraid that if you did, the fragile moment would shatter. Instead, you watched in awe as the cracks grew wider, the shell breaking apart bit by bit.

Slowly, a tiny snout poked through the shell, followed by a pair of gleaming, sapphire-blue eyes that blinked up at you curiously.

Aemond’s hand slipped into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to smile.

"It’s really happening," you whispered, barely able to contain the joy welling up inside you.

Aemond stood beside you, his gaze never leaving the hatchling, and he nodded, his voice low but filled with a kind of quiet awe. "Yes, it is."

The tiny dragon stretched its delicate wings, the membrane translucent in the firelight, revealing the rich, dark blue that shimmered against the glow. It was so small, fragile even, yet there was a certain strength in its movements, as though it knew its place in the world. Its scales appeared nearly black in the dim light, but with each flicker of the brazier’s flame, a glint of deep sapphire blue reflected back at you, shimmering like the ocean at night.

You couldn't hold back the soft laugh that bubbled from your lips, a sound of pure, unrestrained joy. Your laughter caught the attention of the little dragon, whose head turned sharply towards you. It blinked, tilting its head, studying you with wide, curious eyes before letting out a sharp screech in response. The sound, though high-pitched, was surprisingly strong for such a tiny creature.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, as you knelt closer, your hand trembling slightly as you reached out, but you stopped just short of touching it. It felt too precious, too delicate to handle without care.

"Hello," you murmured, your voice soft and gentle, as though speaking to an infant. "Aren't you absolutely beautiful."

The little dragon blinked again, watching you intently. Its tiny nostrils flared as it took in the scent of the air, its wings fluttering slightly as it made a sound that almost resembled a purr. You couldn't help but smile wider, your heart swelling with affection.

Aemond crouched down beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder as he watched the dragon with a look of pride and admiration. "You were meant for each other," he said, his voice filled with certainty.

You looked up at him, tears still brimming in your eyes, and nodded. "I think so," you whispered.

For a long moment, the two of you sat there in quiet awe, watching as the dragon stretched its limbs, adjusting to the world it had just entered. It was strange how something so small could carry such weight, as if this tiny creature already held within it the potential for something great, something magnificent.

As the little dragon shifted closer to you, its warmth radiated through the air, and you felt a bond forming, something deeper than words could express. This was more than just a pet, more than a companion. This was a piece of your soul, reflected in scales and wings, fire and strength.

Aemond’s smile softened as he watched you with the newborn dragon, his gaze flicking between the two of you with a quiet fondness. "What will you name it?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, as though speaking too loudly might shatter the moment.

You beamed at the little creature before you, a warmth blooming in your chest as you finally dared to reach out. Gently, you brushed your knuckle against her soft, dark scales. She—yes, she was definitely a girl, you were certain of it—immediately leaned into your touch, her tiny body pressing closer, as if seeking comfort from your warmth.

"Treasure," you whispered, the name slipping from your lips without hesitation. A wide, contented smile grew on your face. "Her name is Treasure."

Aemond blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected name, but then a grin spread across his face, lighting up his features. Of course, you would name your dragon something soft, something sweet and endearing. It was just like you to choose a name that carried such a feeling of warmth, rather than something fierce and grand.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "Treasure?" he repeated, his eye twinkling with affection as he looked at you.

You looked up at him, still stroking the dragon’s scales, and nodded firmly. "Yes. Because she’s my treasure," you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Aemond’s grin only widened as he crouched down beside you again, watching as Treasure nestled closer to your hand, clearly content with the name and her newfound bond with you. "A fitting name," he said quietly, and in that moment, as he watched you and your dragon together, he could see how the two of you were meant for each other.

Treasure let out a soft, sleepy sound, curling closer to the warmth of your hand, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of peace. The bond between you and your dragon was only beginning, but it was already something special—something that would only grow stronger with time.

this is anything but the end

guyssss help, im literally crying thinking about young rhaenyra (milly) and reader as a baby. how reader probably became rhaenyra's new best friend and was the only thing keeping her going in court. And how rhaenyra would talk to her as a full-grown person, while reader, being a baby, would just babble back. And how rhaenyra would probably walk around taking her baby everywhere and riding on Syrax with her. BYE lol that just makes it all sadder

(side note in my head ive decided to give reader/y/n the most basic hotd name and name her aemma. because when she has her own daughter with aemond, she'll name her laenora after her father)

Treasure The dragon

I can just imagine reader doing that Sweeney Todd trend with Treasure:

ohh mr.todd 💋 i'm so happy 💋 I could - 💋 eat you up I really could. you know what I like to do mr. todd 💋 what I dream 💋

Ser Rowan

(it's rick grimes because I say so) (note I've only watched two episodes of the walking dead)

Reader's Mind in a nutshell

(I feel if I made this into a full time fic, reader could lowkey have saved the family and avoided the dance of the dragons entirely)

Hope you enjoyed!

Names that are in bold are ones that couldn't be added :(

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imma need a part 2 of that kindergartener teacher sana x reader 😭 i love all your works btw!!

*sigh* A Coffee Date

-fluff, part 2 of teacher!sana, reader's job is revealed?? 😱

: taking your niece’s teacher out for a coffee date is crazy

words 1.2k

teacher!sana x fem!reader

part 1

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“No way you actually thought I gave birth to that little devil?” You walk up to Sana, amused at the blush that coats her cheeks when she notices you. 

"Well, hello to you as well," Sana mumbles, glancing away. You and she planned to go on a date at the small coffee shop after you messaged her a few nights earlier. You sit opposite one another at a cute small table with a vase of flowers in the center, near a window.

“You know,” Sana leans on the table, “You actually kind of do look like her.” 

“Really how so?” You mirror her, leaning in. 

“I mean you have the same hair and eye color…” Sana wanted to say more, like how you both have the same nose and how you both seem to unconsciously twirl a piece of hair around your finger, but that would be too weird. “...and some other similar features. I was surprised you weren’t her mom”

“Actually, her mom says the same thing,” you lightly chuckle, “she’s been my best friend since high school, and well her dad is my older brother.” You shrug. “Eun and I have spent a lot of time together since her parents is always busy going on business trips and stuff, she might have even stolen her mom’s title of being my best friend” 

Sana grins, she can tell how close you are with Eun, the way your eyes light up when she is mentioned, and oh my- you also scrunch your nose like her. Sana is torn between admiring your closeness to her pupil, who happens to be your niece, or being slightly jealous.

“But enough about that little cutie, she already gets enough attention as it is,” you roll your eyes, knowing that you almost started ranting about the little wingwoman, “what’s it like taking care of thirty kids everyday?” 

Sana hums at the question, “well i’ve always wanted to be a teacher, for as long as I could remember, so honestly, for me it’s a dream come true. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows but I don’t regret my decision. Kids are just so much better than adults sometimes, they’re more honest and straightforward, if they want something they ask for it, they don’t beat around the bush. But then again that could be debatable cuz some kids are shy- ”  

Sana rambles on and on about her job, you lay your head on the palm of your hand as you stare at her talk on and on about how teaching the actual spawn of satan is literally the best. I wanna marry her. You think about times where you could walk into the classroom when Sana is teaching and give her flowers, drop off her lunch if she ever forgot at home. Your thoughts turn domestic really quickly, well that’s lesbianism for ya– and suddenly a waiter comes over asking for your order. 

“Oh can I have Grapefruit Green Tea Ade, 30% sugar, and two servings of coconut jelly please!” Sana is quick to order, knowing what she wants right away. Must be a favorite drink of hers, Quick Y/N memorize it! 

 The waiter looks at you, “And for you ma’am?” 

“Oh uhh… a vanilla milkshake please?” You mumble, your order seems childish compared to Sana’s, the pretty girl in front of you giggles as the waiter walks away. 

“A vanilla shake? That’s cute” Sana can’t hide her smile, your face flushes as you look away. Now it’s your turn to be flustered. Sana can’t help it, she finds you cute, a full grown adult and you order a vanilla milkshake, god that’s just so adorable. Her eyes roam your attire, you’re dressed casually, and you’re wearing a couple pieces of jewelry. They seem familiar. She looks at your necklace, and then your earrings, and finally your rings. Oh that’s right, they’re all from the same brand and a designer one at that. The price of your jewelry combined is pretty much what she earns in a year. Wait– she doesn’t even know your job, what if you’re a doctor, or a lawyer I mean you gotta be something big to afford jewelry like that. 

“Soooo, Ms. Y/N” Sana starts off, her voice dropping slightly, you feel the hair on your neck stand up. 

“Y-yes Sana” You don’t know if you’re trembling from fear or anticipation, maybe both. 

“Now, what is it that you do? I mean we basically met at my job but what do you do?” Sana swirls the plastic cup in her hand, and takes a sip of her drink. You anxiously fiddle with your hands on your lap, god she’s just so attractive. 

“O-oh! I’m a business owner. It began as a homemade organization. I started it myself actually, and it’s slowly growing day by day. I graduated with a business degree so I decided to do something with it. I think it’s pretty successful but more can always be done” You chuckle nervously, scratching the back of your neck, as Sana looks at you. 

“Oh? A business owner?” Sana looks surprised, “Well it must be doing really well then! I was just wondering because your clothes are designer and your jewelry is all from the same brand and it all looks super expensive, I’ve always wanted a Magical Diamond necklace and yours looks so pretty” 

“I actually have more, if you’d like I can give you some! As a gift.” You were happy Sana didn’t feel weirded out about being on a date with a literal CEO. Sana blushed at your offer, 

“No no, I shouldn't, they're yours and super expensive. I’ll get my own really.” Sana doesn’t want to take advantage of you, I mean yeah you’re a business owner, but she doesn’t know if you two have the same definition of successful. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I get all my Magical Diamond jewelry for free”

Sana’s jaw fell when she heard that, “for free?” Thousands of dollars worth of jewelry and for free–

You shrug your shoulders, “Yup for free, I made the brand after all.” You take a sip of your vanilla shake. Sana feels the circuit in her brain explode, no way, absolutely no way, you weren’t rich, you were Rich. Bold font with a capital ‘r’, type of rich. 

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“Right after this turn, yup there it is, you can stop just at that curb over there” Sana instructed as you pulled up to her apartment complex. You pulled your car on park, and waited for Sana to leave, but she didn’t get out, instead she turns to you, 

“Thanks so much for the date, Y/N” She smiles as she holds your hand. 

“I should be thanking you for coming, Sana” You say bashfully, happy that she enjoyed your time together. 

“Of course! I loved it, see you next time, Y/N!” And the next thing you know she’s leaving your car and jogging on over to her apartment, next time. OH MY GOSH SHE SAID NEXT TIME!

You squeal in your car, your hands covering your face as you blush, kicking your legs as best you can before your knee hits the steering wheel. “Ow–” 

Sana rushes in and closes the door before leaning against the wall, and this time she’s the one squealing, sliding down to the floor and kicking her feet. 

[streakyglasses]

Coming off of the dog prompt, I really always imagine Stris having two little girls. And I mean in the near future, 3-4 years ahead. I think two little girls would heal a lot of Chris’ heart and streets inner child. If you would be comfortable writing something from this, I would love exploring that side of them so much 🥹

hello, love!

so, a little bit of a long explanation, but i promise there's a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow!

i've always had a hard time imagining stris with kids for a few reasons. the main two being that i don't see myself having kids, so how i relate to and inherently put myself into my writing makes it difficult, and because i myself am the baby of my family (and i'm 23). the closest thing i have to a kid in my family is my best friend's niece, who i see maybe three times a year. i love kids, but my complete lack of experience with them makes it extra difficult and scary to come up with something that feels realistic and that i'm confident in writing. (i know there are many resources out there to write kids and know their stages of development, but i would so get sucked into that rabbit hole of worrying about being too accurate, and nothing would ever get written).

that said, i love stris fulfilling an aunt/uncle role in the lives of chris's nieces and nephews, the kay kids, vivian, etc. they're both so caring and have so much heart that, even if i see them as being too scared or deciding to not have their own bio kids, there's no way they wouldn't go all out to take perfect care and create the safest spaces for any kids they are responsible for, if only for a time.

so that's the route i decided to take for this fic (mostly). brief spoiler that they do decide to become parents and have a child at the end, but the majority of it is them babysitting two of her young nieces. this gave me room to feel comfortable writing about how they would interact with kids in a more relaxed environment, while still hopefully scratching that itch and providing all the feel-good fluff of stris with kids.

also, i totally misread your ask as their kids would have a lot of Chris's heart and Street's inner child instead of heal. and i've been kicking myself for the past ten minutes since i realized that, because there's nothing more that i love (as we know) than angst and exploring their childhoods, and the two of them comforting one another. i did still imbue that into this fic, though i didn't go into great detail about either of their childhoods- just hints of worries and insecurities bred out of their specific situations. but, you have such a big brain and i'm so here for it- thank you for sharing it with me.

to wrap this up, thank you again for sending because i truly had so much fun writing this fic. it was challenging, it was so sweet to write all the fluff, and i do believe that street would be the most doting, caring person on chris (not that he isn't always) if/when they have a kid. plus, the ending gave me a ripe opportunity to write the team and her family in; i love that shit so much, it should be studied i think. and, for all my talk about these prompts being short and sweet, this is over 6000 words so. do with that what you will.

i'm not attaching the fic directly to this ask because i've yapped enough, but it can be read here, on ao3, or on ffn. enjoy!

[calciumdeficientt]

hey everyone!!! below is a little commission i wrote for @wolfxplush that they were kind enough to let me post. if you like what you see, may i direct you to my ko-fi. now with shiny new commission buttons!

Lovette Jackson had some huge shoes to fill. Not only was she the second youngest prefect in Bullworth history, first place went to one Alfred St Clair, a fourteen year old boy in 1960 with just ten months left to live on account of a giant tumour behind his eye that gave him a sort of Quasimodo esque appearance, whose dying wish was to bring down sweet justice on his teasing classmates for the remainder of his short time at Bullworth. Usual candidates for prefect were fifth year seniors and recently graduated alums that just couldn’t give up the ghost that they weren’t members of the student body any longer, all of these candidates were male. Lovette was also the first woman. Expectations for her were higher than for any other prefect, just because she didn’t have balls. Not real ones anyway, the metaphorical balls on her were just fine.

Crabblesnitch didn’t trust that the girls dorm, changing rooms and other such women-only venues were all sunshine and rainbows as Ms Peabody was recounting to him; so when his loving niece, Lovette Jackson joined the school (kicking and screaming) as a 5’10“ freshman,and still growing, he had to appoint her as prefect. To make it less emasculating for the current prefects, he waited until she was in her Sophomore year, the year of her final growth spurt, to give her the position. Besides, no one in their right mind would let a freshman (no matter how physically imposing) give them orders or accept penalties dealt to them, upperclassmen especially.

Now, she was a Junior, and had settled in nicely to the position. Her relationship as Crabblesnitch’s niece definitely played a hand in achieving the role. How could it not, she’d tear the school apart if she didn’t get her way. That’s just how it worked between them, she got what she wanted from him, or she’d run riot. Lovette wasn’t a bad girl, not by any means. She was just… a facilitator of conflicts. Everyone needs a bit of cash now and again, and she found that selling illegal, potentially deadly Chinese fireworks to students that gave her a good enough price to make up for her dorm room smelling like civil war reenactment (sweat and tears included) made her life at Bullworth much more of a breeze. These little deals proved time and time again to be an absolutely ideal way to get her through the week.

She wasn’t being paid for her labour as a prefect, why shouldn’t the people she protected give her a little something for her trouble? At Bullworth, you can have money, or you can have morals. Both can’t coexist, not in a place like Bullworth academy, it creates a domino effect that eventually leads to the heat-death of the universe and the collapse of the space-time continuum(Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. You have to trust me here). Every brick of Bullworth Academy is tainted with something seedy and underhanded. It punctuates everything. Every ring of the school bell. Every scrape of chalk against the chalkboards. Every panel of asbestos in the ceilings. All students from varying walks of life end the knee to Bullworth’s unspoken rule: ’If you’ve got friends. Use them.‘ Canis Canem Edit. It’s dog eat dog at Bullworth.

Then, midway through her second year as prefect, came Jimmy. Jimmy. Fucking. Hopkins. A menace by all accounts, but a true embodiment of the spirit of Bullworth… at least what Bullworth thinks it is anyway. Jimmy’s a mercenary just like Lovette is, he stands valiantly opposed to the power system amongst the students, protecting innocents from Bullies, Vagabonds and otherwise harmful influences. Jimmy’s defiance of the clique system also extended to the Prefects. No gods, no masters, no class for Jimmy Hopkins. At least, that’s what he had planned. His mother had dropped him off at yet another corrective school to run off with yet another man that was old enough to be her father, let alone his. So as a big middle finger to her, Jimmy planned to let her spend all that cash on tuition fees for classes he never bothered to show up for.

Presently, he was in the little plaza where the main school, the gym, Harrington House and the auto shop intersected. He circled the fountain, making note of which section was which clique’s jurisdiction “Rich kids, ‘roid monkeys, greaseballs No man’s land” he repeated as he stepped from section to section. He was still getting used to the layout of the school, and making acquaintances amongst the cliques, so other stragglers simply put his little wheel around the fountain as the new kid being completely off his box. Same old same old at Bullworth. His mindless circles were stopped midway through his spiel when he collided with another person. He was facing the auto shop, so made an assumption that he’d clashed with a Greaser and quickly hopped to name calling “Watch it! Christ! Brush the hair outta your eyes you big lo-“ Jimmy let his eyes trail upwards, across the vast landscape of navy blue and white. This wasn’t a greaser, it was a prefect. Once he finally reached the blonde braids on either shoulder he put two and two together. Looming above him by about a foot, give or take, was Lovette Jackson. “Oh- its you” this wasn’t his first run-in with Lovette, he’d gotten to know her quite well, the on thing he knew especially well about her was the way her hands felt when they wrapped around the scruff of his neck and tossed him like a caber into Crabblesnitch’s office.

“Don’t you have class to be getting to, Hopkins?” she asks exasperatedly. She didn’t have the energy to bicker with a child over his classes, even though that child was of a similar age to her, and certainly old enough to know better than to play truant in plain sight, during the brightest hours of the day. “Dr Slawter isn’t feeling well, he told me himself. You didn't hear? I thought you were faculty.” he responded flatly, his buzzed head nodded up and down curtly with the kind of bravado only a teenage boy who is blatantly lying could have. Lovette narrowed her eyes a little in disbelief, it wasn’t her first rodeo. Kids will tell you anything to get out of class, and nine times out of then, all of it was bare-faced lies.

“You have chemistry this morning, Hopkins” she reminded him, adjusting her arms to be folded a little tighter to her chest. Jimmy’s face dropped a little, not happy to have been caught like he had. He just sort of stood there… dumbfounded. “Well? Go on, I’m not walking you to class. I’m not your mother.” Lovette looked him up and down, thoroughly unimpressed but not keen to leave in case he was having some sort of absence seizure or something, technically she was supposed to escort any busted students to class, but she hadn’t had her morning cigarette yet, so she left Jimmy to make the right choice. he wasn’t as stupid as he made himself out to be, Lovette knew that just as well as Jimmy did.

Once she saw Jimmy start to move towards the main school building, Lovette began to go towards the gym, like King Arthur bravely venturing out from the comfort of his round table to find the Holy Grail, which in this case was not a stupid, crusty old cup but one of Casey Harris’s coveted Marlboro reds. But, never one to let sleeping dogs lie and get off basically scot free, Jimmy just had to open his mouth and deliver a death sentence for getting away with truancy “Hey the new Planet of the Apes movie was great by the way!”

That was a little odd, sure, but Bullworth students had a tendency of thinking out loud, there was nothing Lovette hadn’t heard before, so an impromptu movie recommendation was all par for the course. Lovette turned, raised a brow and popped a hip “I beg your pardon, Hopkins?”

“I’m just saying, I liked Planet of the Apes. I know it must’ve been hard on you… but you looked great as a gorilla”

Oh hell no, he was making fun of her.

“Watch your fucking ass, Hopkins. Go to class.”

Jimmy, in another act of defiance, turned to walk the other way, towards the entrance to the Harrington House. He assumed he could just lie through his teeth again and claim he didn’t know where he was going. He was wrong. Nicotine starved and altogether just tired of everyone’s bullshit, Lovette lunged forward and caught Jimmy’s arm in a vice grip. Her fingers were likely to bruise his skin, and she’d have one hell of a hand cramp by the end of the ordeal but if Jimmy wanted to play this game with her, she intended to win. Her uncle was already wary of the mistake he’d made by promoting her to prefect. She may as well look like she was doing something right before she got herself demoted back to standard non-clique.

She gripped him even harder -if that was physically possible- and began tugging him, now dead weight, towards his chemistry classroom. Jimmy hadn’t just bit the hand that fed him with that Planet of the Apes quip, he’d torn the whole arm off, and Lovette’s wounded ego wouldn’t give up without a fight. Lovette Jackson stomped across the courtyard, her footfalls loud and unmistakable, had she been in heavier shoes the concrete could well have cracked beneath her.

“Hey, you got any more movies lined up?” JImmy asked so casually that just the tone of his voice was an insult in and of itself, feeling the familiar prick of pins and needles flood his arm as his circulation got considerably more cut off, his arm limp and useless in her grip. He looked over at his arm, the unmistakable milky white associated only with poor circulation… or death.

“Be a shame to waste your talent… maybe you should try out for a Godzilla movie, I hear they’re hiring. A big monster like yourself? You’d be back on the silver screen in no time.”

She inhaled deeply through her nostrils as she tried to stop every synapse in her body from sending those sweet sweet contraction signals to her muscles and tossing him into the stratosphere like a discus.

“Stop talking to me, I’m not your fucking friend… and pick your feet up when you walk jackass, you’re making me look bad”

she hissed, her voice dripping with venom as she continued to drag him through the courtyard and up the concrete steps to the school‘s main building: ancient, gothic and falling to pieces. Above them, a gargoyle watched idly as Jimmy Hopkins was brought to justice.

Once she had manoeuvred him up the main steps, and opened one of the heavy double doors that sealed the school’s main entrance shut, she let go of his arm just a smidge. He couldn’t run so far now that he was in here, or he’d bump into one of Lovette’s less merciful colleagues. She escorted him like a prisoner set to receive the chair, right to the door of Dr. Watts’ classroom and made a loose gesture with her free arm for him to enter. He was only 10 minutes late, but considering every period was a measly 45 minutes, he’d missed a good chunk of valuable playing with dangerous chemicals time. Jimmy was quick to shrug off her touch and stomp sullenly into the classroom. Lovette was equally as quick to post herself up outside the door. Leaning against the wall, the smooth paper of a printed student body president campaign poster protecting her navy blazer from being assaulted with dust from the cheap, crumbling plaster that had been rotting off the walls of Bullworth Academy since its installation in the early 1950s.

She didn’t have to stay, of course she didn't. Her job was done. The perp was busted and was rightfully in the custody of his chemistry teacher, she was free to get her cigarette in peace. But she knew better than that, if she didn’t stay Jimmy would make a trip to the bathroom from which he would not return. Standard troublemaker procedure, she’d done it countless times before she switched teams and started playing the role of ‘goody two shoes’. Her past career as a little shit kid really helped her out in her prefect role, she was able to get into these kids’ heads and pretty easily figure out what the fuck their damage was and why they wanted to waste their parents hard earned money by never going to class. It was pretty cool, sometimes it made her feel like a really lame superhero, one of the X-men professor X kept on the back burner, locked away from all the cool, important mutants so they wouldn’t damage his rep.

Her daydreams of X-men were interrupted when she heard the swift click of professionally cobbled, nicely polished, Italian leather shoes; a sound that could only mean the approach of the ever-poised Edward Seymour II. Lovette swivelled to face him and he regarded her with a knowing look.

“Everything okay?”

He asked, a light, almost sarcastic smile on his pursed lips. Lovette gave him a look, quirking a brow as she raised her padded shoulders into a shrug.

”Yeah, fine, yeah” she answered dismissively, trying to wave him away from her, like one does with a fly or a bad smell. He knew well enough that she was not fine, she’d gone to bed late on the last watch and had gotten up with the sun to make sure all the female students were up, dressed and on their way to breakfast before 8AM. She was tired.

“Trouble in paradise?” He pries a little more, trying to figure out why she was standing outside the Sophomore chemistry class like a sentinel.

“What? Oh god no, I told you I’m past that.” Her face dropped into an expression of disgust, that was just on the brink of morphing into offence. Just the thought of Derby Harrington was enough to nauseate her now. She’d fallen hard for the older boy and had to scrape herself back up from rock bottom, the end to this ordeal had just transpired a few months prior and she was only now just getting back to normal. Edward thought maybe she’d stopped for a moment of brooding, not very becoming for a young prefect, they were expected to be alert and moving at all times. Like sharks.

“Okay, okay, I understand,” he tweaked his glasses and rocked back on his heels for a second. “You must be waiting for someone then, yes?” He asked quietly, looking her up and down as he spoke.

“Hopkins” she responded, the word feeling like poison in her mouth. Edward’s eyes widened in recognition behind his thin frames, he was surprised she’d caught him, he was quite the slippery fellow. He regarded her with mild sympathy, tweaking his glasses again.

“Ah… I see. Would you like me to hold down the fort for you? There’s muffins in the staff room”

Damn, muffins sounded so good right now. She’d had to break up a food fight at breakfast, her oatmeal had been used as a weapon, poor Donald was probably still rinsing it out of his hair as they spoke. God, now that she thought about it, she was absolutely starving.

“Did a student make them?”

She queried, now fully considering the idea. A muffin would do her good. A muffin made by a little shit kid with access to cheap laxatives, would not.

“No, they’re from a parent, I believe. Some sort of apology for structural damage their child inflicted on the library building”

Home baked muffins, waiting in the staff room. She couldn’t say no, it wouldn’t be right. “Could you cover for me?”

She felt like a dick for even asking, but she hoped a pleading look might sweeten the deal.

“It would be a pleasure and a privilege...now go, before I change my mind”

he responded teasingly, swapping spots with her outside the door.

Lovette was off like a shot to the staff room, now that Edward had made her aware, she just could not seem to shake the nagging feeling of hunger. She felt like her whole abdomen was on fire, she hadn’t eaten dinner the previous night either, she didn‘t even remember why. Lovette was really running on empty. Her walk to the staff room was brisk, but not too fast, she walked with a straight spine, regarding the paintings on the walls with disinterest and boredom. The faces of the founders glared back at her, their eyes following her down the hall with stern distaste. Eventually, she made it, and opened the door softly; the hinges were squeaky and rusting, opening it too hard would not only make an awful noise, but could send the solid oak slab crashing down on her. Not exactly ideal.

Inside, she was greeted with a wave of warm air from the worn out, antique radiators that decorated each wall- it was the least Crabblesnitch could do in the bitter autumn and winter months-, and the smell of freshly brewed- if not slightly burned- coffee inside the busted up old Keurig on the counter. The staff room was the prefects’ sanctuary… but only when there was no actual staff in it, they would often come in during class time and have a little coffee, take a little cat-nap or otherwise act like typical teenagers when they were certain everyone had their butt at a desk, or on the track, or just… anywhere educational. Lovette ran a hand through her hair and approached the aforementioned muffin basket, a little wicker thing likely bought from k-mart or some other similar chain. It was cute, she had to give them that. Each flavour was neatly arranged into small piles within the basket, a sort of muffin rainbow if you will. Although, a very uninteresting rainbow, more a mix of browns and beiges, sometimes with small flecks of blue or red. Lovette reached towards what she assumed was chocolate chip and took a tentative bite, despite assurance from Edward she was still partway convinced that the treat might detonate in her hand or release a neurotoxin or something. It was odd for something so wholesome as a muffin basket to exist at Bullworth, not without it being full of something sinister like razors or human faeces, for that matter.

That first nibble didn't seem to do anything too bad to her, so she ate a little more, still a little afraid… and once again she was met with no concerning side effects like stomach cramps or a bleeding tongue. Eventually, her hunger consumed her and she, in turn, consumed three more muffins. Lovette neatly disposed of the evidence and made sure the basket looked presentable for when the intended recipients arrived to maul it like starved lions. As she was terraforming the muffin kingdom, Lovette became aware of the sound of a window pane sliding open. Everyone at Bullworth knew about the ghosts in the building, but everyone also knew all they really did was flick pens across classrooms, flicker lights and start small fires. What they didn’t do was open the windows. That was a purely human activity. She chalked it up to delirium brought on by sleep deprivation and continued to fiddle around with the muffins, a veritable career if Bullworth didn’t work out. It was only when she heard the window slide closed again that she turned around, and who else was before her other than Jimmy Hopkins, brushing some dry leaves off of his sweater vest. Lovette kept quiet, she wanted him to see her first, it was more fun that way.

And see her he did, after he was done preening himself he got about four steps into the room before he realised it wasn’t as empty as he thought it was in the staff room.

“Hopkins! Lovely to see you again and so soon too!”

“Hi… Lovette. I’m here on business, Dr Watts sent me for..”

“For?”

It was funny watching him scramble for an excuse, he wasn’t as calm and collected as their encounter twenty minutes ago, Lovette watched his squinted eyes scan the room for a valid reason to be in there but it was clear he was coming up blank.

“A… mug. We ran out of beakers”

It was almost endearing how much he didn't want to be in class, he was inventive, she had to give him that.

“He sent you unattended into a staff-only room to collect a mug? Yeah, likely story”

He pressed his hand to his heart and tried to look sincere “Scout’s honour, he wanted a mug”

Lovette shook her head and leaned back on the counter, a wry smile on her lips as she regarded Jimmy’s smaller frame. “And he sent you up here through the back window?Cut the crap Hopkins, what did you really want?”

Well, Jimmy had to give up the ghost now, she’d seen right through him. And that little window in the chemistry classroom was so damn hard to wriggle out of. “If I said I wanted a muffin would you hold it against me?” He asked, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he slowly but surely approached the basket that Lovette was leaning beside. His movements were slow and calculated, if he went too quickly she’d probably suplex him through the floor and into the basement. “Depends, if I grabbed you and dragged your sorry ass up to my uncle’s office would you hold it against me?’ She asked, her coy smile only growing as she watched Jimmy falter. Two counts of truancy in one day was a surefire way to land himself at least a week’s worth of daily detentions. There’s only so many times you can mow the school lawns before you wonder what kind of fertiliser is making the grass grow back so damn fast. Jimmy eventually made it to the muffin basket, plucked one, and began eating it with the kind of hunger only starving Victorian factory workers, and teenage boys possess. It was like watching an eagle eat a rabbit, weirdly gruesome for a mid-morning snack.

Lovette didn’t even have the heart to even so much as think about grabbing him, the sheer ballsiness of this kid alone was enough for her to keep letting him get away with blatant acts of misconduct. He was funny for a little shit. Lovette sucked a little bit of air in through her teeth, and then exhaled in a deep, guttural sigh of annoyance. Jimmy looked up at her, his face smattered with chocolate muffin crumbs

“So, you gonna chase me or what?”

“I’m working up to it, cool your jets hotshot” she waved him off, her brows knitting together for a second “I’ll give you a ten second head start”

Once again, Jimmy couldn’t leave it alone, and decided to try his luck with a little bit of good-natured bartering “One minute”

”One minut- hell no are you crazy” Lovette did a double take, absolutely floored by the absolute audacity of this kid. He was a pretty stellar businessman, his bravado made it hard to shut his offer down completely.

“Fine! Forty seconds then. Jesus you drive a hard bargain”

”Thirty-five. Final offer”

Jimmy nodded in agreement, that seemed fair enough “When do I start?”

Lovette watched the second hand on the old grandfather clock in the corner tick away, waiting for the last minute to pass before she set him loose “Riiiiiight…. Now”

And away Jimmy Hopkins leapt, right back out of the window he slid in from.

Damn it all. Lovette was going soft.

[floralpotions]

🎵🔥🌈

🎵Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be? Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your f/o!

Bitter Water - The Oh Hellos ! & Just Like Heaven - The Cure !!

🔥Flame: Do you/your self-insert have an enemy? If so, who is it and why are they so hated? What was a particularly heated moment between you two?

WELL.... V.oldemo.rt... because he sucks LASKDJF,,, OKAY SO.... um.... even though V.oldemo.rt's thing was "blood purity" & the superiority of wizards over nonwizards, he was the child of a nonmagical person & a witch right? So my s/i is technically his half-niece bc she's related to his nonmagical family. So she doesn't like him because he sucks and is evil & he doesn't like her because she's a living reminder of his nonmagical relations. I also did this because I thought jkr's thing with him of like "he's incapable of love!" was kind of Weak & I thought it'd be Spicy for him to have a nonmagical half-sibling he was close to but had a fallout with. I have more #thoughts and feelings about this but it's both really self indulgent and perhaps too long to get into as a response to an ask alskjdf (also I censored his name so hopefully the search function won't pick it up)

🌈Rainbow: What was the happiest moment in your lore for you/your self-insert? Who all shared that happiness with you in canon?

OH MAN that's hard....... I have this like scene in my head of celebrating Christmas at the Burrow with everyone & Sev like after we went public with our relationship & it was awkward & we were nervous but it was a really nice time & he got me a rlly nice gift (he annotated a poetry book) :>

[gennyanydots]

The Chase part 1

Rhett Abbott x f!reader (with the last name of Cook) 

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Summary: It’s summer and one of Cecelia’s friends has a horse for sale so she sends Rhett over to check it out. The horse isn’t the only thing he’s checking out.

“Rhett!” His mother called from the house. 

Rhett sighed. He’d just come in from checking the fences in the upper pasture. All he wanted to do was take a shower and maybe lay down some. It’s the hottest day it’s been in a while, and he had worked up quite a sweat just riding around. The sun was high in the sky by the time he made it back to the barn. When he got off his horse you could tell exactly where on his leg came in contact with the saddle from the sweat. Thankfully his mom waited until he was able to cool his horse down in the barn to turn him out before she called for him. He felt absolutely gross but when his mama called, he knew better than to ignore her. 

He headed to the house and into the kitchen where he found his mother doing a few dishes at the sink while a sandwich sat at the table, “Yeah?” 

“Can you do me a favor?” Cecilia asked her son over her shoulder as she continued her job. 

Well, looks like no rest for Rhett. He should have known better. There’s always something that needs done around here. Depending on the ask maybe no shower either. 

“O’course, what do ya need?” Rhett asked with his proverbial fingers crossed for that shower. He didn’t shower before heading out early this morning knowing it would just be a waste. 

Cecelia finally turned around with a dish rag in her hands, wiping them both off, “Ya know how Amy’s done with school for the year? Well, she’s been askin’ about ridin’ some lately and there ain’t any way I’m gonna teach her and your father doesn’t have the time and I’m not sure about you or Perry teachin’ her. Perry doesn’t seem to have that sort of focus and if I have you do it I’m worried you’ll just stick her on anything.”

“Aw c’mon mom I would never let her get hurt,” Rhett said shaking his head at his mother. Just stick his niece on anything? Doesn’t his mother know him better than that? He would never let anything happen to Amy. He’s loved two women in his life, his mother and his niece. 

His mother shot him a look, “Still, I mentioned it at my book club this week and Margaret Cook, you know the Cooks right, anyways she said her sister’s daughter was visitin’ for the summer to help ‘em out. She’s an elementary teacher somewhere up North and so Margaret roped her into doin’ the ridin’ camp for kids this summer on their farm. They normally do lessons but figured a weekly camp would be good for the summer.”

Rhett nodded along, still not sure what this had to do with him. 

His mother continued, “Margaret also mentioned havin’ an older mare that would be perfect for Amy. She used to be a trail horse. Margaret showed me a picture and she’s real pretty, Rhett. Named Rainbow. A paint. So, I was wonderin’ if you’d go take a look at her. See if she’s worth buyin’ for Amy. Margaret said they’d keep her there for the summer if Amy went to the camp which would work out real well. I asked your father, but he said he was too busy to check ‘er out and I’m just not sure where Perry is.” 

“When do ya want me to go?” Rhett asked. This shouldn’t take too long. Maybe his nap wasn’t off the table. 

“Well Margaret said her niece was teachin’ a lesson this afternoon that was wrappin up around 4:30. If you went around then you could see her teach and can check the horse out,” his mom offered. “I would feel better knowin’ about the teacher and the horse.” 

Rhett nodded, “That’s understandable.” 

“I really appreciate this, Rhett,” Cecilia said with a warm smile at her youngest. “Now eat your sandwich.” She nodded towards the table, and he grinned and sat down and ate while his mother finished the dishes. He hadn’t guessed it was for him but he’s not one to turn down a meal. 

Afterwards Rhett headed to his room and got a small nap in and was able to shower before he needed to head out. Rhett figured making it there around 4 would give him ample time to watch the class and be able to judge the teaching. He made sure to let his mother know before he left, so she knew that he was keeping his word to go. She smiled and waved him off as he drove away. 

The Cook’s farm wasn’t too far away. Only took about five minutes before he was heading up their long drive towards their barn. Wouldn’t be a bad drive every day to take Amy here. They had a large indoor riding arena next to their barn and a matching outdoor arena next to that. There were five horses in the area with a kid on each. A woman stood in the middle of the arena. There was a little parking lot area that Rhett parked in. Getting out he could hear the woman in the center shouting out a few things to the students. He headed to the arena and stopped before some metal bleachers. Rhett assumes for the parents to be able to watch their students. He leans against them as he watches. 

“Alright we’re going to try trotting again, okay? What do we need to remember?” The woman calls out. Clearly not from around these parts. If Rhett had to guess she sounds like she’s from one of them upper midwestern states. Not the Dakotas though. Indiana maybe. 

All the horses are stopped along the fence of the arena with a child on each one. Small hands went up in the air at the question and the woman points at one girl, “Yes, Sara?” 

“Keep our heels down!” The little girl called out. 

“Exactly! What else?” The woman asks then points at another hand. “Yes, Mikey?” 

“Keep our hands down so we don’t yank on their mouth,” a little boy called out. 

The woman nodded, “Right! So, we have heels down and hands down but what about our legs?” 

Little hands shoot up again. 

“Yes, Maddie?” The woman calls. 

“We keep our legs wrapped around our horse to keep us up,” another little girl says. 

The woman smiles, “Yes! Good job, Maddie! Now what do we say when we want to stop as we lightly pull our reins back?” 

All the little voices call, “Woah!”

“Fantastic, friends! You are all so smart,” the woman says as she walks over to the white horse in front. “Okay Mikey, are you and Snowy ready?” 

Rhett chuckles to himself. Kinda ridiculous name for a horse. 

“Yes! We’re ready!” The boy says confidently. 

The woman smiles, “Okay push him forward.” The little boy kicks the horse lightly with his heels and the woman walks alongside the horse. “Mikey, now you’re gonna squeeze your legs and say ‘trot!’” Mikey follows the instruction, and the woman stays running alongside the horse. “When you get close to the others bring him back to a walk. Okay now! Give a half pullback and a ‘woah’.” The boy does as she asks the walks the horse to the end of the line and stops with another, “Woah.”

“Great job, Mikey! Was it less scary this time?” The woman asks. The little boy nods, “I felt much better! I didn’t fall!” The woman smiles, “Snowy wouldn’t let you fall, sweetheart. He’s too good of a boy.” 

The woman walks back to the front and does the same with the next student until they all have a turn. “Okay, it’s time to cool down. Let’s walk them out and drop our stirrups. Do some little circles with our ankles. Go backwards then forwards. Wiggle your backs out. Wiggle in your seat a little. Give your horse’s neck some scratches. Tell them how good they are.” After a little while the woman helped all the kids dismount and had them heading into the barn to hand off to a ranch hand before they all took off their helmets and went running to their parents excitedly. 

The woman was still inside the arena cleaning up cones. Rhett didn’t know who he was supposed to be meeting with, but he figured she would be as good a place to start as any. 

Rhett walked towards the arena and called, “Excuse me ma’am?” 

She looked up from what she was doing and walked over, she was prettier than Rhett expected. Though he’s not sure why he expected her not to be. He was taken from his thought when she said, “Hi! Did you need help with something?” 

Rhett nodded, “Yeah, my mother sent me over here to take a look at a mare for my niece. Rainbow.” 

“Oh! You’re one of the Abbotts, right?” She asked. “My Aunt said someone would be by to look at Rainy. You want me to go get her?” 

Rhett nodded, “If it’s not too much trouble. “ 

She smiled. Rhett liked her smile. Made her look even prettier. 

“No trouble at all! Do you want her tacked up?” She asks. 

Rhett nods, “Yes please. Thank you, ma’am.” 

She smiles at him again. God he wanted to keep that smile on her face. 

“Goodness where are my manners?” She says with a laugh. “I’m y/n Cook.” She held out a hand towards Rhett. 

He gave a little half smile and shook her hand, “Rhett Abbott but you knew my last name already.” 

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I did. You’re that bull rider everyone’s been talking about in town, right? Some hometown hero?” 

Rhett blushed and shook his head, “Ain’t no hometown hero but yeah I ride.” 

“You any good?” She asks as she heads towards the barn. 

Rhett stands there for a second. Should he follow her? He decides he should and follows behind, “I’m alright. Win some. Lose some. All depends on the day.” 

She goes into the barn, but Rhett stays in the large doorway instead. He doesn’t want to assume he can just walk right into someone else’s barn. His eyes look down the row of stalls looking for Y/N. After a minute or so she comes out from one of the stalls with a beautiful brown and white horse on a lead rope. She walks the horse over to Rhett and smiles, stopping in front of him, “This is Rainbow or Rainy as we usually call her.” 

Rhett took a step into the barn to look her over. Rainy looked about 13 hands tall. Her mane was split brown halfway then changed to white. She seemed calm even with a stranger examining her. She let him pick her feet up with no problem. Didn’t even flinch when he ran his hand down her neck to her withers. 

Y/N watched Rhett closely while keeping a loose hold on Rainey’s lead. After a few more minutes Rhett’s eyes found hers and she asked, “Do you want me to grab her saddle now?” 

Rhett nodded and she quickly put Rainy in the crossties and headed towards a room off to the side in the barn. Rhett scratched Rainey’s nose as the two waited, which Rainy seemed to be all about. She even started to lean into his hands for more and Rhett laughed. 

“I see you found Rainy’s favorite scratchy spot. She’ll do just about anything for scratches,” Rhett hears as he turns and sees Y/N with a saddle on her hip. She walks over and holds the saddle out to Rhett, “Can you hold this please?” 

Rhett holds out his hands, “Oh uh sure.” He barely has time to get the words out before Y/N is placing the saddle in his hands. She grabs the saddle pad off the top of the saddle and slides it on Rainy before taking the saddle from Rhett’s hands and placing the saddle on top of the pad. Rhett went back to scratching Rainy’s nose as Y/N quickly tacked Rainy up. 

“Do you want to ride her, or do you want me to ride her so you can watch?” Y/N asks. “Cause if I need to drop the stirrups, I’d rather do it now.” 

Rhett thinks for a minute, “You ride her. Then I can watch.” 

Y/N nods, “Arena or trail?” 

Rhett shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

“Why don’t we do both so you can see all of Rainy’s good qualities. My boy is already tacked up from a ride this afternoon so you can ride him if you’d like. Pretty annoying following a horse on a trail,” Y/N offered. 

“Sure. That sounds good,” Rhett says, and Y/N undoes the cross ties to take the lead and halter off and put Rainy’s bridle on. Rhett was glad to see Rainy took the bit with no fuss. Rhett then was handed Rainy’s reins and told to take her outside which he quickly did. 

A few minutes later Y/N came out with a beautiful sorrel quarter horse that looked about 16 hands tall and brought it alongside Rainy and said, “This is Rusty. He’s my big baby.” 

Rhett nodded at the horse, “Hello Rusty. Pleased to meet ya.” 

“He’s pretty easy going so don’t worry. I doubt he’ll be anything like those bulls you ride,” Y/N says with a laugh. “He’s pretty lazy sometimes. Only time he gets going is if he sees barrels to race, then he’s running.” 

“That what he does?” Rhett asked. 

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore but they’re still his favorite. We stopped that a long time ago but every once in a while I’ll pull them out and let Rusty run his heart out.” 

“Why’d you two stop?” Rhett asked looking over at Y/N 

“I got a big girl job. Couldn’t spend my time barrel racing anymore. So, we retired. We didn’t do anything big. Just a few fairs once upon a time. Rusty was fine retiring to a life of leisure rides and mints,” Y/N said. Rusty’s ears perked up hearing ‘mints’ and started to nose at Y/N’s hands then pockets while she laughed. 

Rhett smiled, “I think he knows that word.” 

“Oh, he does. Doesn’t know where I started hiding them from him. Tried to get him to stop biting at my pockets but it hasn’t seemed to work,” Y/N said as she shoved the horse’s head away from her pockets. “Quit it, ya butthead.” 

“Butthead?” Rhett said with a laugh. “What is this the first grade?” 

Y/N smiled and nodded, “It is and just for that now you’re a butthead.” 

Rhett laughed, “Well that’s the first time I’ve been called that since I was like eight.” 

“You’re welcome,” Y/N said then stuck her tongue out at him. She then switched him horses and checked Rainy’s saddle before stepping up onto Rainy’s saddle and throwing her other leg over to sit down. 

Rhett swings himself onto Rusty’s back and the two were off at a leisurely pace. It’s been a while since Rhett rode without a real purpose. Sure, he was watching how Rainy handled herself, but it’d been a long while since he rode without it being a chore. Just riding to ride. It was nice. Rusty seemed like a mild-mannered horse. Seemed to get along with Rainy. 

“Does Rainy get along with others well? We got some at home, so I was just wonderin’,” Rhett said a little louder than normal, so you’d hear him. 

Y/N  half turned in your saddle, “She does. She’s not one to put up a fight. Just goes with the flow.” 

Rhett nodded, “That’s always good.” That’s what Amy needs. 

Y/N nodded, “I’ll be sad to see her go if you guys end up taking her but I’m sure she’s going to a good home.” 

“My niece’ll love ‘er. She seems like a sweetheart,” Rhett said looking at the horse but he’s pretty sure he meant it for the rider too. Y/N seemed really nice. Going above and beyond what a typical seller would do. She even let him ride her own personal horse. He knew the Cooks had plenty of horses. Heck there were five tacked up from the lesson, but Y/N put him on her horse instead. 

Y/N flashed him a smile, “She really is! I’m sure you guy will take good care of her if it all pans out.” 

Rhett nods, “Promise we would.” And they would. Rhett would make sure of it. 

The two went back to just riding in silence. It was nice, peaceful. The whole ride ended up being about a half hour but felt like longer to Rhett. Maybe because he’s not one to slow down so being forced to felt like forever. 

Not that he minded. It was a nice change of pace to his bull riding and who wouldn’t want to ride alongside a pretty girl? Not that he can make a move. This is a business transaction. Or at least it might be. Not between him though. He’s just checking out the merchandise. 

When the two horses finally stood in front of the barn Y/N looked over at Rhett, “Did you still want to see her in action in the arena?” 

“I prolly should. Make sure everythin’ is good,” Rhett said with a shrug. If he didn’t, he’s sure his mother would ask about some specifics that he wouldn’t be able to answer. Not that he even knows what he’s looking for at this point. Seems like a fine horse to him. Would fit in with the others at the farm. She seems real gentle, would be a great first horse for Amy. 

Y/N nodded and swung her leg around and dismounted easily off Rainy with Rhett following suit. They switched horses again and Y/N led Rusty into the barn and came out a few minutes later with a smile on her face as she shook her head, “Sorry I was accosted for some mints. He’s such a ham sometimes.” 

“I’m sure he only gets them sparingly and isn’t at all spoiled,” Rhett says with a snicker. She seems like the type to spoil her horse. Like he’s her baby. Coo and fuss over him. Rhett understands. He takes good care of his horse but he's not one to spoil 'em.

“Mr. Abbott!” She says with a fake gasp. “How dare you make such accusations.” 

Rhett laughs and shakes his head, “You’re right. I do apologize, darlin’.” 

Y/N walked up to Rhett and took the reins from him, “Oh, I’m darlin’ now?” She smirked. 

Rhett shrugged, “If you want.” He wants. Pretty little thing like her? He’d be happy to call her darlin' every day. 

“I’ve heard about you, Rhett Abbott,” Y/N said walking the horse towards the arena. “The sweet and seemingly shy younger brother who charms the pants off any girl he sees.” 

“Now, I wouldn’t say that per say…” Rhett said with a shrug. He knows what he is. He won’t deny it. 

Y/N laughs as she opens the gate then brings Rainy inside the arena, “Oh yeah what would you say?” 

Rhett thinks for a minute then says, “I’m just tryin’ to practice for my future wife. By the time I find her I’ll be able to blow her mind.” It’s as good of an excuse as any. 

“Well, that’s one way to put it but live your best life, I guess,” Y/N says with a shrug as she shuts the gate. 

Rhett shrugs, “I am.” It’s how Rhett lives. It’s been fine for him. He’s not interested in anything long term. Hell, anytime he rides could be his last. He doesn’t want to put some girlfriend through that type of panic. He’s seen it. The tears. The fighting to get to her man when something happens. He doesn’t need that. He’s good with his life. Only sometimes does he wish for more. Mostly at night if he goes to bed alone. Someone to hold wouldn’t be so bad. Someone who stayed by him. Who chose him for him. Most of the time women are just interested in Rhett for his riding, for the notoriety - not that he has much. He’s still just Rhett Abbott from Wabang. Sure, he’s a good rider and a hard worker but that’s not too special most men in Wabang were hard workers save for the Tillerson's.

Y/N nods, “Then that’s all that matters.” She steps up into the saddle and swings her leg over. “So, what do you want to see Rainy do?” 

“You’re the one sellin’ her, darlin'. Show me what she’s got,” Rhett said and sat on the bleachers by the arena. He spreads out with his elbows on the seat behind him and crossed his ankles. 

“You got it, Mr. Abbot,” She pushed Rainy into a walk to let her get used to her footing in the arena. Once she went around a few times she pushed Rainy to a trot with her legs and a few clicks of her tongue for one go around before switching her to a collected trot then an extended trot. Rhett watched the horse’s gait as she easily switched. He may have watched Y/N some too. She looked good riding. He can’t admit to himself what else he’d like her to ride but he’s pretty sure she’d have a beautiful form for that too. Nope. He’s definitely not thinking about that. Would she be able to keep her back as straight? Would she have that same look of determination? She’s gotta have strong thighs to hold on and Rhett would be more than happy to give her something to hold on to. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts. Y/N literally called him a whore not too long ago. He can keep it in his pants. He can. She’s clearly not that type of girl. Right? He doesn’t think so. She’s more of a take her home to mama kind of girl which Rhett doesn’t want. Right? Even if she’s so pretty and rides like a dream. Okay. He needs to stop. He can handle watching a pretty girl ride a horse. She brought Rainy back down to a walk and stopped her in front of Rhett and reached down and scratched Rainy’s shoulder. “She’s a fancy girl.” 

Rhett laughs, “I can see that. I doubt we would ever have her do any of that. Too fancy for the farm.” Focus on the horse. That’s what he’s here for. He’s not here to ogle Margaret Cook’s niece. Maybe some other time. Not right now. 

Y/N shrugs, “You don’t know that. Maybe Amy wants to do Dressage.” 

“Is that what you taught Rainy all that for?” 

Y/N shakes her head, “I didn’t teach her. My aunt got her off some princess who didn’t want her horse anymore. She was over it but she did Dressage. Or so I heard. I just made sure she remembered her fancy footwork for fun.”

“Well, damn. Glad she ended up here with your family then,” Rhett shook his head in disbelief. Who buys their kid a horse then turns around and gets rid of it? Spoiled Brat. 

“Rainy’s been well loved here but I’m sure she’ll like going to a little girl who’ll dote on her and spoil her like the queen she is, the way she was meant to be,” Y/a said with a kind smile. “So, does she check out? Not that I’m the one selling her. My aunts just going to ask the minute I see her later.” 

“As far as I know she’s perfect for Amy. Met all my expectations,” Rhett walked over and leaned against the arena fence and looked at Rainy. She’ll be a great horse for Amy. A perfect pick. 

“Glad to hear it!” Y/N said with a big smile. She took her one leg out of the stirrup and swung it down but her other foot got caught in the stirrup. When she swung down it stayed so she had one leg awkwardly stuck. 

“Shit,” Rhett said as he hopped the fence. 

“I’m okay! I got it!” Y/N called. She finally got her foot out but lost her balance and fell to the ground with an “oomph.” Rainy hardly took any notice and just took a few steps to the side away from the fallen human. 

Rhett was immediately by her side reaching down to help her up, “You sure you got it, darlin’?” He snickered. 

“I clearly meant to do that, charmer,” Y/N said with a huff as she let Rhett help her up. 

Rhett grinned as he helped to get her steady, “Is that what I am to you, charming? Cause I can work with that.” And he could. It’s way better than thinking he’s just a whore. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “We’ll see.” 

“I can be charming if that’s what you want, darlin'. Is that what you want from me? Are you goin' to give me a chance?” He asked with a sly grin on his face. 

“If I was to give you a chance, you’d have to be living a different lifestyle and I’m not sure you can, charmer,” Y/N said as she shook her head with a small smile on her lips. She walked over and pulled Rainy’s reins over her head and lead her to the gate and opened it and waited for Rhett to follow. 

Rhett followed after the two with his hands in his back pockets and a grin on his face. He just needed to figure out how to convince her to give him that chance. He doesn't usually have to work so hard for this but he’s not one to shy away from the chase.

Rhett watched and listened in the doorway of the barn as Y/N put Rainy away. She softly talked to the horse as she get her situated the walked back towards Rhett.

“So, is there anything else I can do for you?” Y/N asked Rhett as she walked up.

Rhett shook his head, “No, ma’am I should be all set with Rainy. I’ll tell my mama about Rainy and I’m sure she’ll let your aunt know, darlin’.”

Y/N nodded and laughed, “Sounds good, charmer.”

“I’m still charming to you?” Rhett asks.

Y/N shrugs, “Guess so.”

“So, will you let me take you out?” Rhett asks. His hands are still in his back pockets but he has his fingers crossed in them. Clearly if she thought he was charming then she would want to spend more time together, right?

“Take me out where, Mr. Abbott?” She asked.

“Anywhere you’d let me,” Rhett says with a half smile. “Whenever you’d like.”

Y/N seems to think for a minute. Rhett’s starting to sweat, and definitely not from the heat of the day. Would she actually turn him down?

“How about this, I’ll give you my phone number and if after a week you still want to go out in a date we’ll go,” She offers.

Rhett grins, “That’s a fair deal.” He hands her his phone and she puts her number in and hands it back.

“Guess I’ll see you in a week, charmer.”

“Guess you will.”

[gaymergal]

:3 happy pride 🌈 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

I unintentionally came out to my older sister (again) by wearing a piece of clothing.

💚💜🤍 😂 she remains the best

(Story followed by small spiraling below the cut 😃👍🏾✨)

Forever ago when I was in high school, I was only out as gay at school with friends. And didn’t come out to family until later (Highschool for me was 2004-2008 Bush era. And though my family is and has been very liberal leaning, we were also raised catholic which definitely fueled my personal hesitation to come out at home. Spoilers alert when I told my mom it went hilariously well)

One day after school myself and a pair of friends were at the mall, and the three of us bought a three piece matching friendship necklace at Claire’s on clearance that said roughly Best (star charm), Friends(heart charm), Forever(rainbow charm)

(90% sure that was the breakdown important thing is my section of the necklace had a rainbow charm)

It was like the only rainbow thing I owned, and I would wear it sparingly cause wasn’t 100% out. I had left the necklace on at home and my sister immediately clocked it and pulled me aside and asked if I was gay.

It was a very brief side bar conversation, I was in the kitchen and she literally pulled me into another room and was like “u gay? Your wearing a rainbow necklace”

“Uh yeah”

“Ok cool”

I never did a big announcement to family. Starting with my sister (actually, one of my brothers might have been the first family to know followed then by my sister🤔)

I just told family in one on one conversations as it came up, and eventually even extended family just knew I was gay.

(When I told my mom, because of the way I nervously started the conversation, on the verge of tears saying “i have something important to tell you” she thought I was teen pregnant and when I said I was gay she was like that’s it? That’s fine!)

Anyway! In 2020 with the support of my wife I experimented with pronouns and found that in addition to she/her I really do vibe with he/him pronouns (🥰 I am both her wife and boyfriend and absolutely love being called either)

I really only use he/him privately online and at limited irl queer gatherings and haven’t explicitly told my family (There is a hesitation that family might not fully “get” use of he/him pronouns and for now I’d rather keep it away from them for the time being. At this point its less of a fear of rejection and more of a…I don’t know how that conversation is going to go, and that gives me anxiety to bring it up and start a conversation about it.)

We just had our local pride weekend and I was wearing a pair of black socks that had stripes of green purple white at the top of them 💚💜🤍 for genderqueer and did post a family picture of me my wife and our son at pride to FB (socks visible) not thinking anyone in my fam would clock it.

Got a text from my sister yesterday: “Random question. What are your pronouns?”

Which prompted a phone call (that went super well :3 🥰)

At first she thought they were non binary colors and googled to confirm, but saw that the colors didn’t match but “knew it meant something” and then asked my niece (gen z theater kiddo) what the those specific colors represented. (Lol like straight up queer pop quiz style “hey green white purple, what’s that flag? 🤣)

When the dreaded “what do you want me to use for you” came up (idk why so much anxious, it is very much use one or the other or a mix, i genuinely like and respond to both. the only strong feeling i have is please don’t directly ask me which to use, or why he/him in addition to she/her)

It was a very quick, “so i can still use she/her”

“Yep”

“You sure?”

“Yep”

“well if that changes, I’ll just keep an eye out for new colors”

“🥲💖” (which I found to be very sweet!)

On the one hand, part of me is like, ah history repeating itself, just tell family as it comes up.

But with Pride and (:3 my first!) Father’s day coming up I am tempted to make a FB post just to set the record straight on my pronouns but, (anxiety)

Its weird, like I don’t necessarily feel like I’m in the closet as much as I did with being gay in high school. I’m not afraid of someone finding out. I don’t think my pronouns are something that needs to be kept secret. If asked I am comfortable enough to respond to the question, but the thought of anoucing them publicly is just a big no-no. 🙃

😅 Anyway!

🥳 happy pride! ❤️🧡💛💚💜💙💖

💚🤍💜 treating myself to an early father’s day hair cut tomorrow ✌🏾 :3

[pikminapplebloom]

Did you make your icon? It looks super cute!

@coldlikesummerlemonade made it!!! They make papa louie icons.

Mine is Ivy as Frankenstien's monster's queer sister.

Ivy sells travel brochures at Travel Trout.

HC Time!!!

She's Autistic, Queer, and in high school, she was a top student at art history and geography. She also claims that a good abstract painting can improve even the dingiest of houses, and her niece, Maggie, also has a "spice tooth" like her (will pass up chicken nuggets but will eat hot sauce marinated girlled zucchini given the chance).

@coldlikesummerlemonade made these icons during spooky season. which is where I got my icon

[ID: papa Louie characters as their halloween costumes.

First Column:

Papa Louie himself as a mummified chef. A bit Ancient Egyptian-inspired, and his hat and ascot are metallic gold and teal. He has a glowing red eye and a hand stretched out. He's gonna get you...Employed. That's pretty much how every game-eria starts.

Caleb as the titluar Candy Man from a horror film series. His costume depicts an African-American bee summoner with honey-based powers. Caleb himself is Blasian, and one of his Grandparents might be of South Asian ancestry. His right hand is a hook. I haven't seen that film, so my description may not be accurate if I got something wrong.

Quinn, Papa Louie's Lawyer and ex-wife of Timm, as a were-cat. She has claws and is scowling. In the games, you get a reward if you make her order ahead of time. She is a closer, and shows up at the end of the in-game day.

Trishna as an orange-themed magical fairy girl. She is a South Asian fashion designer and likes eating fruits, especially tangerines. She comes off as a bit rude, but means well. She has green eyeshadow here and has a wand. She is also Caleb's cousin.

Second Column:

Tohru, a gamer and manga fan dressed as a plumber and a homage to Mario. She is Japanese-American, and likes pink things. She loves playing video games, and her costume consists of overalls, a turtleneck, and a hat with her initial. She is quite jovial, and her pose reflects one mario is often depicted in.

Rudy, the Bassist for Sacrlett and the Shakers, a co-ed Ska-punk band in the papa louie series. He's usually depicted as an Asian-American human, but here he's a were-dinosaur. He has opalescent sunglasses and a color blocked shirt here. He is also smiling at the viewer. His spikes reflect the spiky hairdo as a human.

Xandra, a humanoid alien magical girl dressed as a clown. She and her fraternal twin brother, Xolo, are the rulers of the Kingdom of X and guard the Warp Coins. They landed near an elderly woman's house. The old lady, Edna, Adopted them both. Xandra has teal and hot pink hair with a rainbow top and yellow sleeves. She also is making a silly expression and her clown makeup has mismatched eyeshadow.

Rhonda is a truck driver from toastwood, and is dressed as a witch here. She's Afro-Latine, and likes churros. Her truck is named Josephine, though that name would fit the broomstick she's holding. In the Papa Louie Games, she met her lover, a biker named Rico, and they often travel together. She's laughing here, much often like a witch.

End of ID.]

If you haven't played a papa louie game, hopefully the image descriptions give you an other people who haven't played one a glimpse of what the lore would suggest.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

High Tea With The Family

Seeing as it's my birthday, I thought I'd throw myself a tea party. I've sent out the invitations in advance, I've got everything but the tea itself ready on the cart, once I get to the staff lounge I'll start brewing.

Hmm. Okay, lemon cakes... check. Miniature pecan pies... check. Rainbow candy cookies... check. Blueberry scones... check. And those weird little cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off Dr. Gears is so inexplicably fond of... check. Giant jar of jellybeans... check. Sweet rolls... check. That just leaves the teapots and teas. I hunt down the four biggest teapots I can find, load up my large company tea set, and get to setting up.

To my surprise, it's my favorite member of Site Command that turns up first. Dr. Gears greets me, then starts to set up the tower of lemon cakes. Before long, the buffet is set.

"So, a tea party, Bunny? Isn't 27 a bit old for that?"

"Not for a posh tea party. Come on, Big Boss... I even made the cucumber sandwiches, I'm in a proper tea dress, if I had lace gloves I'd be wearing them."

"You're not kidding."

"Somehow I even talked Alto into wearing a suit, so... yes. Not kidding. Plus, Cain said he'd drop by for a bit, since half the typing pool quit he's been backlogged, poor guy. And my granddad is coming with Iris and Evelyn. I even invited my other brothers in arms, Drs. Iceberg, Myriad, and Glass, plus Draven and Jim. It's my birthday, I'm hosting a family tea. My one regret is there's no way my dad can meet you all. Not being home sucks, but having all of you around makes it less horrible. Kinda think you and my dad would get along, you're both very similar in the best ways. I would have also invited Abel, but he hates Myriad, and I do not feel like breaking up a fight today."

"We're short on E Class, good call. What's the tea menu?"

"Jasmine, earl grey, oolong, and... ginger lemon with honey." Tea kettles are filled, set on the stove top, heated. While we wait, Drs. Glass and Myriad arrive.

"Happy Birthday, Rabbit!" I'm nearly bowled over by Myriad as they bear hug me. "Ooh, tea party! Fancy." This is when I notice the new body, in a blue dress. Gotta say, they look great. Simon then gives me a gentle hug once Myriad lets go. Clef saunters in, wearing his "Yet Another Pointless Ethics Committee Meeting I May Have Been the Direct Cause of" brown suit. The red Polynesian style silk tie is a nice touch. Eyebrows raise when he greets me with a kiss on the cheek.

Once that's over, Granddad arrives with my two special guests. Both my sister and my niece are in yellow dresses, Evie even has a miniature silk sunflower tucked behind her ear.

"I thought you were kidding, Sis. But... this is, indeed, a tea party. There's scones and everything."

Dr. Iceberg arrives last, bearing regrets from Draven and Jim. Oopsie, forgot it was their long-delayed honeymoon this week. But, while my MTF brothers aren't here, a massive tiramisu is. I'm flabbergasted, Dr. Iceberg remembered after all. Okay, now that almost everybody is here, time to get back to the kettles and brewing tea. Just in time, they were about to really whistle. Tea is brewed, lemonade is fetched from the fridge... time for tea.

We're all seated around the table, eating and drinking. Three cookies and two glasses of lemonade in, Evie starts singing "Happy Birthday". Once the song is done, I politely clink my teacup with a spoon.

"Aside from my birthday... I bet you're all wondering why you're here. Very simply, I consider all of you my family. I've never really had a normal family gathering, thought I'd give it a go. It's a small thing, but it matters to me. I love all of you, even if some of you create way too much paperwork for me sometimes." A laugh as I side eye Clef and Myriad, the biggest offenders there. "You guys have made all the weird stuff bearable. Thank you."

"Hey, we're just one big anomalous family here, right? Besides, couldn't ask for a better sister, Rabbit. That being said, I know you said no gifts, but... I went ahead and got you one." Myriad passes me a small box, I open it. It's just a mug, black with our logo. But... under it is my new title, and a phrase I'll treasure... "Little Sister".

"Myr... you know what this means, right? You and TJ are both getting those light up Mario Star lamps on your birthdays now. Thanks. I needed a new mug, Liam kinda knocked mine over a while back."

"I, uh... also have something for you, but it's going to have to wait until later." I roll my eyes at Clef. I can only imagine. I feel my face getting warmer, just as Cain pops his head in.

"Hello, Little Sister! I was on my way back from a break, and just wanted to say a fast 'happy birthday' on passing." He blinks. "I think I missed something. I am not sure if I want to know. As I said, happy birthday." Off he goes. On that note, the party breaks up. Iris, Evie and I pack up the leftovers. Everybody gets a sampler platter, with a few spares for delivery. Hey, if 682 is cool with Evie, he gets birthday goodies too. Plus... even if things didn't exactly work with 049, I'm still fond of him. There's a few others too, like Abel and Dimitriov. Once that's done, it's time for Rabbit's Delivery Service to drop off care packages.

[rantsintechnicolor]

What’s with the blocking?

Reasons to block someone:

They are harassing you

You can’t bear to see them

You want to remove temptation to contact them

You want to hurt them

Are there any I missed?

Is this what the kids are doing nowadays when they are upset? I’ve never blocked anyone. (Well, I’ve blocked plenty of suspected bots--strangers, but not anyone that I know.) Even when they have deserved it. I haven’t needed to. I’ve drawn a boundary and that has worked fine. I’ve also used mute and snooze, unfollow and unfriend. But I would never block someone. Maybe I should have, but second chances, because people change, they learn, hopefully… Maybe I’ve also been afraid to block people because of how they might react.

Why did k block me? Because I struck a nerve when I removed his ability to follow me. I tread on a sensitive area and not for the first time. I should have guessed it would hurt. I should have known better. But at the time, I was reaching out to him and he wasn’t reaching back. It stung. Many times. Every time. He didn’t need to know what to say. There was no perfect thing anyone could say. The comfort wasn’t in the words, it was in the connection. At the time, it didn’t seem like a very strong connection. I needed to remove the sting entirely. I needed to not expect him to contact me. I needed to remove my ability to see him. But I left all channels of communication open, and told him I would always answer if he called me. 

Blocking can be used as a weapon, in a way. It wasn’t so out of character for him to block me everywhere, even after all the wonderful, lovely, supportive, kind things he said to me. I hurt him. He acted on that temporary emotion. That made it easy for him to strike back by blocking me. But let’s be clear: I did not delete him and preserved all our conversations. He deleted himself. And persisted with the block because… pride? Anger? Does he even remember what he put me through? Does he even remember what I was going through? Did he think about it for a minute? Do I not deserve a tiny bit of grace? Don’t we all? I would be remiss if I didn’t turn the tables and ask: What was he going through? Didn’t I think about that for a minute? I did. But I wasn’t hearing back from him and it made me doubt our connection.

I saw my niece this weekend for a dance recital. She was already in her costume while waiting for the rest of us to get ready, black and white polka dot halter, aqua blue sparkly leotard, and cream colored tights with the heels cut out. She’s learning about handling her anger in school. They are teaching her rainbow breathing. When she gets upset, she takes herself to her room and breathes through it. I asked her to show me how it works. She pulled her up skinny legs to sit cross-legged, straightened her back, and let her equally skinny arms fall to her side, palms up. She closed her big blue eyes, wearing a little mascara behind her purple rimmed glasses, and relaxed her heart-shaped face. She moved her arms out in an arc above her head as she took in a breath, and let out a breath as she moved her arms back down, no doubt thinking about rainbows. I realize I’m always better when I take a breath, or a day, or a month to think about things. If we all did this would we hurt people less?

We both have reasons to be angry with each other. Even to hate each other. Mistakes were made. Even with all the information available to us in our written conversations, mistakes were still made. I wish he had taken a breath and called me in a week, or a month. Maybe the next time we make a mistake, we will talk about it. Though we still have to talk about this last one first.

Following an apology, the question will be how to move forward, how to repair, what boundaries to set. I will have to take a leaf out of my niece’s book.

[jacquiarno]

As someone who has been playing Genshin Impact since launch, of course I had to play Honkai Star Rail as well. :)

So far I’m enjoying it a lot, there are a lot of things it does better than Genshin Impact, but other things it doesn’t. One thing I greatly enjoy more in GI is the combat, although it is nice to have a traditional feeling gacha combat that you can fast forward and auto battle, haha. But you know what I do love in it that GI lacks, having the companions out in the world and having a team instead of only one companion. But both games still struggle with knowing how clothing works, haha.

Anyway, this time I haven’t blocked my UID out, because having that traditional gacha combat also means being able to use other people’s characters without playing with them. I’m a solo GI player because I enjoy the teams I have and the whole element combo, and I only play the game with my nieces. This game I am willing to allow people to add me if they want, but I will still like some guide lines. 

I’m in my early 30s, so uh, you probably don’t want to add an old bag of bones if you aren’t around my age, haha. But I am not great at talking in online/multiplayer games, I’m busy playing the game and I am bad at multitasking, unless you have a general question, my chatting won’t be engaging for you (although I don’t even know where the chat is in this game, haha). I would also prefer people of the LGBTQIA community to add me, which includes those that support everyone a part of the rainbow community. With all the hatred and lack of caring towards our community these past months, and these horrific acts against human rights, especially to trans people, I am wary of people outside of our community. We need our own spaces to feel safe and relaxed, even if it’s adding people to your friend list in a video game (anyone who played that HP game can shoo away from me, including people a part of our community that make excuses to play it).

Oh and I don’t know who people would prefer as the support character, I did just finally get Himeko, so if you want her and decide to add me, you can message me about that, haha. But, although I am playing on the US server, I come from a land down under, so time zones are a thing and I might not see it for a while, haha.

[rogueartist4]

The sister of John Druid a Nikola tesla love story

character background

Name:Emma Rose Druitt Tesla

Nationality:British

Gender: female

Eye color: ice blue

Hair color:brown/purple

Favorite poem by William Shakespeare: The Phoenix and the turtle

Truth may seem but cannot be;

Beauty brag but 'tis not she;

Truth and beauty buried be.

Favorite color:🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣basically the rainbow

Love ones : John Druitt (twin brother)

Helen Magnus and Ashley (friend and niece)

Husband: Nikola Tesla (best friend)

Age:153

Alias: Rosalie and Emily

Species:vampire/dragon/werewolf

Height: 5'2

Organizations/groups: the six/midwife/doctor/scientist/inventor

Date of birth:August 15th, 1857

Back story of Emma: the year was 1857 the year my brother and I where born to two parents who loved my brother and hated me all because I was a girl year's later i was sent to a school in Serbia it was an all girls school so every Sunday and Wednesday we went to church and that's how I met Nikola he was nice funny and really smart as we got older Mr.Magnus convinced my father to send both me and John to Oxford as soon as I got the news I wrote a letter to Nikola and he wrote back telling me he would see me soon I was excited about getting to go but also excited to see my best friend I have known him for six years as soon as we got there we settled into you're rooms I shared with Helen I have known her for two years and your father's have known each other for many years and I'm shocked he convinced father to let me go to college I was very very smart for being a girl and I loved learning so when Helen found ancient vampire blood my brother John can teleport to anywhere in the world Helen Magnus is immortal and has a really high IQ Nigel griffin can go invisible and James Watson has Enhanced Intelligence and Nikola tesla vampire and me a vampire/dragon/werewolf yeah mine took a very crazy turn and I married Nikola tesla so that's a little bit about me know let's get on with the story so it was Ashley's first birthday when Helen decided it was to dangerous for me to know about Ashley and kicked me out of the sanctuary and told me I wasn't aloud to pack anything but my stuff I had on my back and my wallet and my medicine was in my room so I begged her to let me take those things and go and she had big guy watching to make sure I wouldn't touch anything else so behind his back I took all of my jewelry and my wallet and medicine big guy knows I have my jewelry but still let's me leave because he knows my room will new be changed and nobody will live there I still do my job for the sanctuary but I decided to go see Nikola I know where all of his facilities are because he told me where they where and now I'm standing outside the door waiting for someone to answer the door to let me in well I hope he lets me in we really didn't leave eachother on a good note we where fighting with each other and if you were wondering what we where fighting about well let me tell you we where fighting about Helen and my brother him trying to kill Helen and him getting mad at my brother and taking it out one me I really hope where still something If where not at least I will still keep the memories of when we were kids.

"Emma? Is that you?"

"Yes Nikola it's me can you please let me in."

"Sure but you have to wait a little bit for me to get to the door."

"Ok I'll wait."

Well it's sounds like he was busy.

(Creek.)

"Emma welcome to my home."

"Hi Nikola how have you been?"

"I'm good so how are you."

"I'm good just was told by Helen I'm a danger to my niece and she told me to leave and said along the lines of never come back if you stay here John will hurt Ashley and so I didn't know where to go I'm going to sell all of my jewelry tomorrow for what there worth and then fine work and then get a place to stay and I'm sorry I came to you hun."

"Sounds like a lot but it's ok you can stay but I have to say I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you about John in the past."

"It's ok and I'm also sorry I shouldn't have acted like a jerk as well."

"It's ok and also what happened to the government paying you?"

"Helen told them I didn't need it at all but I get a check that Helen takes it from me and uses it for the sanctuary and it pisses me off because I find out after she has spent it all so I got to get my check's sent to me I will have money tomorrow to get a apartment and live my life and I will get all the money sent to me was used without my permission and then look for jobs I have many degrees."

"I'm going to stop you there Helen hasn't taken money from you she keeps your checks from you so you don't spend them it's in a bank account growing with time."

"How do you know this?"

"I'm in charge of the account and I don't spend any of the money in the account but I will give you the passwords and everything let's just say you are a billionaire so please don't sell your jewelry unless you want to it's not my stuff we will deal with all of that tomorrow though so please stay here with me and help you don't have to do a lot it's just I'm."

"I get it I'm lonely to I will stay but I work with you an In return please don't lie to me I will do the same thing in return ok because you have a huge history of lying to me but all I want is honestly can you you agree with that?"

"I can but you have to know one thing I have my secret's and you have yours so please don't expect me to keep that promise to a tea because I'm not perfect but if you and I stay honest with each other will I have to be honest with Helen?"

"No you don't have to be honest with her just me and I will be honest with you and I don't want promises because I don't like promises in general ."

"Ok deal but I get a day of lying and so do you."

"What day?"

"Our Birthdays."

"Deal I have missed you love."

"Missed you to old girl and also where's your clothes?"

"Oh couldn't pack any Helen told me just my wallet and medicine but I stole my jewelry with big guy's help that's all I have well you know me."

"Helen said she was going to kick you out but I thought she would let you take all of your stuff."

"Nope."

"Well our room is upstairs on the right and my office is right next store so if you need anything let me know."

"Thank you."

"But I have one question."

"Yes?"

"I know why you left but why have you been gone for five years?"

"Well I thought you needed a break from me and then I was asked to come work for the sanctuary and forgot to come home I know that sounds like an interesting thing but it the thing is I missed you so much but didn't want to call you because I knew you where busy."

"Here's the thing I'm never busy for you even if you call me I'm never busy."

"I understand that but I wasn't going to make you any anger with my problems dear."

"But your problems are my problems but any way's since we will be working together again there some things that you need to know."

"We have to go to bed Hun but give me the full explanation tomorrow when we both are more awake."

"Ok let's go."

And that's it the life I have with my husband and I still keep in contact with my brother and Helen but I have become busy with helping tesla with his vampire stuff but it's cute how excited he gets about it until it fails but we keep going until we can get it right.

(The next day)

(Ringgg!)

"Hello?"

"Emma this is Helen."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"I know but I forgot to tell you why I kicked you out other than putting Ashley in danger."

"Ok then get to the point."

"Ok fine John was hunting for you."

"What does my big brother want from me?"

"I don't know Emma but it's not good and I'm guessing Nikola told you about the money you have correct."

"Yes and I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you in the past."

"It's fine but Emma can you can still work with me if you like if you want to you don't have to."

"No I made a promise to Nikola and if you need my help call me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Emma who was that?"

"It was Helen."

"What did she call you for?"

"She gave me the full story of why I had to leave it's because of John."

"What does he want from you?"

"I don't know but it's never anything good and on top of all of this I still have my job at the sanctuary."

"Congratulations."

"What's wrong Hun?"

"Nothing I'm happy for you."

"Do you not want me too leave again?"

"No."

"Nikola?"

"Fine I really don't want you to leave."

"Nikola I told Helen I'm working with you know and if she needs me to call me."

"Ok I love you Emma."

"I love you too get some rest I knew you were up all night."

"No I have to go and finish.."

"No you need sleep to recharge your brain so please rest my love and plus you look tired  come and get some cuddles and sleep."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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[softly-potter]

To Reminisce

Summary: Ruby has some girl crush questions for her uncle.

Pairing: Ruby x Weiss, Qrow x Clover, Qrow x Summer

Word Count: 691

Warning: none

Inspired by a scene from PS5 Spider-man 2

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“Have you ever been in love?”

The question catches Qrow off guard, spinning his thoughts like a blender and he goes mute for a few blinking seconds. Ruby looks up at him, her feet dangling off the edge of bleachers. Red and black hair spiked around her head like a mismatched halo, pale skin shimmering in the light of the setting sunset. Sometimes, his niece looked so like her mother it made his heart ache.

“Um. A few times.” Qrow replies after a moment. Ruby looks away, back down at her swaying feet. She leans on the palms of her hands, stretches before letting out a defeated sigh. 

“How does it feel?”

Qrow chuckles, scratches the back of his neck just so that he has something to do with his hands. It’s times like this that he misses his flask.

“Oh, that's a long answer,” He says with a small smile, gives her a questioning gaze. “How much time do you have?”

Ruby smiles, a dimple appearing in her left cheek. “As long as the story takes!”

Qrow gives a small eye roll but clears his throat nonetheless. Ruby beams, pulls her feet beneath her in a crisscross position and puts her elbows on her knees, leaning her face into her palms.

“Well, I guess it started with… a girl,” Qrow says slowly, trying to articulate his meaning. “And then there was a boy.”

He recalls dark hair and bright eyes, pale cream skin that was always so soft against his own when he held her. Summer had always been kind to him, tasted as sweet as she acted and could make his head spin with just a glance.

He thinks of a contagious smile, a courageous heart that would beat in time with his own when they sparred and the enthusiasm the boy would give him. Clover’s semblance may have been good luck but Qrow knew he would have been good without. Goodness had been laced into Clover like yarn, knitting him together.

“I met them at different points in my life, but now it feels like a lifetime ago,” Qrow says, looks away from Ruby and instead focuses his attention on the sunset. “They were both so… vastly different. And yet the same. She was a pacifist, always trying to obtain peace without a fight. He knew that confrontation was inevitable, but faced it head one, never shied away.”

“You must’ve loved them alot.” Ruby says and her voice sounds small. Qrow glances at her, swallows a lump in his throat before he nods.

“Yep,” he replies with a nod. “I did.”

They’re quiet for a moment, watching as the yellow sun bleeds into orange and red hues, mixing like a painter's pallet.

“So,” Qrow clears his thoughts, chases away the thoughts of Summer and Clover from his head. “Why do you want to know?”

Ruby flushes, silver eyes dropping. “Well I… there's a girl. And she’s just, bossy. So bossy.”

“Ah, that's how they get you.”

Ruby grins before letting out a short sigh. “But she’s also brave. And beautiful. And strong! And I just… I get so, so…”

“Tongue tied?” Qrow offers and Ruby nods her head vehemently.

“Exactly!” she exclaims, and Qrow tries to hide his smile. “I thought at first that we just didn't get along. That we’d always butt heads and I mean, we do, we argue all the time but honestly… there's no one I’d rather fight with than her.”

Qrow shifts so that he’s looking at Ruby more straight on. “Makes sense. That's how a crush starts. Its rarely butterflies and rainbows in the beginning,” He says with a nod. “Sometimes it comes where you least expect it.”

Ruby smiles and leans against him, her small body warm as he drapes an arm around her shoulders. “Thank you Uncle Qrow.” Qrow grins, remembers when he held Summer like this as they watched the sun set.

“You’ll look out for my little girl won’t you?” Summer had asked. As if she had even needed to ask.

“I’ve got you kiddo,” Qrow whispers, blinking away the mist that threatens his eyes. “I’ve got you.”

Writing Prompt #2623

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Um. A few times."

"How does it feel?"

"Oh, that's a long answer. How much time do you have?"

[iffoundreturntosea]

September 23, Day 266/267

Day 266 2015

Wall flower!

#sunflower #wallflower #flora #outdoors #nature #beautiful #alive #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Day 267 2016

Coolest thing I've seen all day!

#walkingstick #bug #lookslikegrass #september #blackandwhite #shadesofblackandwhite #picoftheday #project365 #day267

Day 266 2017

Dream in color

#thread #rainbow #variegated #bright #macro #blackandwhite #color #colorsplash #september #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Day 266 2018

Time to seesaw

#nieces #family #playtime #seesaw #park #outdoors #smile #love #negativespace #september #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Just look at these little love bugs!

Day 266 2019

Happy Autumnal Equinox

#art #create #vines #dried #dying #turning #leadinglines #leaves #hot #texas #summerisover #butitreallyisnt #autumnalequinox #september #september23 #2019 #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Day 267 2020

Crumpled

It's not always sunshine and roses and that is OKAY. You probably know someone struggling with anxiety and/or depression. Check in with them, could do you both a world of good. 💙

#crumpled #paper #moody #mood #blackandwhite #shinealightonanxietyanddepression #stressed #overwhelmed #frustrated #angry #anxious #anxiety #depressed #depression #gad #itsokaynottobeokay #september #september23 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day267

This is one of my most favorite themes I've done to date! I wish this weren't my burden to bare and I wish the people in my life could help because it's a lonely journey.

Day 266 2021

Today was long and a bit rocky but I'm still breathing

#justme #breathe #smile #september #september23 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Back when I was looking good!

Day 266 2022

Hermit crab at sunset

#beach #sunset #fall #soft #color #hermitcrab #water #sand #september #september23 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Day 266 2023

Dawn to a difficult day

#flowers #silhouette #dawn #sky #color #clouds #glass #goodbyebaby #september #september23 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day266

Neither of us slept well and I took one look at him at 5am and just knew. I texted my stepdad and said I was calling in and bringing him home. It was a hard thing to ask of him but Leo deserved to be with people he knew. He told me to stay, that him and my mom were coming to us. I was still in very intense shingles pain and I'm not even sure Leo would have made the drive. They enabled us to have the sweetest last day together.

Day 267 2024

I’ve been harboring a lot of guilt this past year around Leo’s death. I feel like it was my fault and a part of me probably always will. I don’t want to live in those feelings when I think about my baby anymore so I did my best to say goodbye to that guilt tonight. Mom told me to write the word, burn and bury it. I did that but I also wrote everything I feel guilty about. I did it at sunset on the beach. That guilt will be lost with the tides.

#goodbye #dailytheme #nomoreguilt #imissmybaby #lookslikeaheart #iactuallyburnedsomething #september #september23 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day267

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Announcement!

I just wanted to take a moment to let my rainbowupvillage know that I am no longer on Facebook and will not be supporting this social media account in any way. There was a mistake made by Keanu Reeves where he made a racist statement (see image) and claims that Native Americans are the true Americans and if we don’t have native americans as our ancestors then we are all immigrants. So I commented on it and told him he needed to do his research on Middle Easterns and Africans and instead of him responding like an intelligent respectful man, he didn’t like my comment and sent a message to Facebook to flag me and remove my comment which was not racist, his was. So because he is a celebrity white male (and yes, his race and gender have a lot to do with it) they listened to him and if he can make comments like that then why can’t I make a comment about him being wrong? That’s not fair.

Also, as you already know Chris Hemsworth has been working hard to destroy my family and taint my reputation and good name so he used both of my sisters, pimped them out and then partnered with Facebook employess (who also said yes to him because he is a white male celebrity with a lot of money) and decided to play games with my followers, friends and family. I get a lot of views on my other social media and engagement (Pinterest, Twitter, Tumblr, YouTube and Instagram), but Facebook has no engagement and very few responses except from 2 or 3 of the same people who also made a deal with Facebook to pretend to be my friend like Estelle, who is not my friend, she is related to Chris Hemsworth.

Anyway, my own family and friends were contacted on Facebook where I post the most and were told they would receive compensation from Chris Hemsworth and his friend Michael Stanislaus if they ignored my posts and did not respond to anything I posted on Facebook including my personal posts. They all agreed and none of them communicate with me anymore, including Dana Kaiser who I thought was my friend. I went to high school with these people and I have people on here I went to church with and my own immediate family members, cousins and uncles and aunts. All wanted to hurt me because they found out Chris Hemsworth fell in love with me and told all of them but he was having sexual relations with my two sisters instead and tried to proposition my nephews and my niece as well.

My sisters hated me so much they listened to everything he told them as long as he didn’t talk to me or give me any money and they made a deal. So I am angry and saddened by what has transpired with a group of evil, jealous celebrities and my family and friends who should be very ashamed of themselves. These people have been working hard to bring me down and steal my youth empire from me all because I don’t listen to their mind control which is how all of this started. I have trained myself and stay very close to God to block mind control and it works and Chris Hemsworth is a mastermind at mind control and he can’t seem to get me to listen to him so he doesn’t like me because of that but he has feelings for me that he won’t express outwardly to me, he tells everyone else and no Elsa Pataky is not his wife, ask him. He engages in sexual deviant affairs with lots of whorish women and men and his fans don’t know about it. So I had to remove all of my pages (Brand Ambassador Buddies – which has been copied but it’s just social media posts, you can’t run a business with a social media post, Angelic Rainbow Enterprises, Rainbow Universe Pageants & Youth Services, Jesus Net – my own design and creation).